I fell into a hopeless haze
(I took the shorter route)
A night interred beneath my days
The pale moon in pursuit.

It lit the road between all things
(Between the love and lies)
But darkness hid the wicked wings
Of dragons in disguise.

Consumed – subsumed – by friendship’s flames
(I saw the beasts too late)
No memory of place or names
This was my final fate.