Poetry, Structured

V

nature-flower-pinkI lost myself in the thralling tides,
The mystique of the sands,
And the bearded man of Time.
Enthralled with legends,
ballads and myths
About girls with dark eyes
And bandits who crave one wish.
The twinkling stars told me lies,
And the night bled magenta
A thick, sweet dye-
Promising to fulfill a vendetta,
With scars in the shape of V’s.

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