How is it that blood streams through your heart as a royal purple velvet dagger ?
Once red with hot passion
How is it that in your mind I am gone even though I lay here beside you warm as flesh ?
How is it that all our memories have evaporated in a holocaust ?
What are you man ? demented or a clever wordsmith phantom darting away at the edge of the light
I can see you no more
Your heart is a moving breathing target beyond some child like notion of desire
Hear me man
I am the royal huntress of your Sun
Even as you discard me like a vortex swallows up a star shot dead at dawn
Yet I am the royal huntress of the Sun without you
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