A cloud of smoke

tears the lungs of a weeping tree

Its branches droop with unwanted loyalty

 

Resting on them, a crow

Neck glittering, 

with the colours we can’t see.

Dancing treasures,

 it was never meant to own

Smiling, teasing, no challenge from a foe

 

The tumultuous sea, home and warmly greened

Powerful but never more so than a fiend

Dolphins bearing their teeth, 

a smile in the bright blue water

They manipulate their prey 

With their laughter

 

The Winners are the heroes cast

The ones on the right side of the past

They decide the truth and the preferred

 

The infamous and the forgotten 

Can trickle through the cracks and glow

The sunlight, so merciless to the dry

lifts the crestfallen to your eye

 

Though unloved, some

 may still see the doe

 

But how could you

ever know?