Another Tale

I sold them nothing but myself,
I held within nothing but regret,
Soaring up high, I saw birds of prey,
Amongst them, I saw the monster's fray,
There was nothing much, I felt I could do,
Fallen apart with no glue.
They robbed when they wished,
They stabbed when they missed,
In all, what remained was nothing much,
A thrashed heart and a bruised soul,
The prince, I awaited since forever vanished into air,
His image felt a fading, imaginary dare,
I look ahead on the street today,
The den's lights are grim and emptiness is stray,
The hawk ahead is eyeing all around,
And undoubtedly, a flutter -- and I would be bound.

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Feb 26, 2020