You throw the word, overpopulate
it with haze
and scrape the sickled trap

But luminance intervenes.

The scorpion, horrendous
and frenetic in its militance,
faints

But it has devotion to the skirmish.

It is mortal, it is bewitched,
and the neurosis is undeniable
as it hands a tempest
to the warrior

But the reader wrote.

And the pen harrassed
the symphonic, agape
indifference