🩸Young Blood 🩸

There blows up a wispy cloud,

An intoxicating breathless night.

The venom of the meek and the weak

A countryman’s Luminescent elixir.

A smoky cloud cutting through

the mystical, almost whimsical, petrichor of the land.

The nefarious poison leading

A pathway through the gates of Hades.

Uprising of extremist Liberalistic ideas

Fight for oneself, down with the system.

One puff on and one more,

The brewing of a needless confrontation.

The numbers add up and build some more

An Ephemeral life under further transience

Yet the infatuated legion cheer on,

A false prince is reborn.

The rebellion is shattered, once heroes lost to time,

The prince part of the prosaic crowd.

Reduced to petty cattle.

The Crown lost.

A loss of felicity;

Eventual demise of the fire.

The sanguinity faded.

The ball with the Reaper coming to its conclusion.

A flash of past snips away,

Forgotten is the uprising,

The chapter of another is closed.

As the Grim Reaper finishes his prose.