Have you lost your way
Trodding across the fumes of frost?
Or it is fashion to arrive unannounced,
From across the foggy horizon.

But now that you have arrived,
Take refuge behind that lone palm tree.
And look on at the person,
Fluttering like a fish out of pond at the corner.

It is after him that you are,
But tread with caution.
For the man's maddened with
The tidings of his unruly thoughts, just as random as your whims.

And now with a momentary glimmer
A pistol emanates from within the winter-weary coat.
And a shot is fired at the breast
Of the wide pitch darkness.

A small flicker is seen with the pop, and the sound defiantly loud.
The next was dented into his head like the skies vesture wounded by the copper moon.
And how long do plan to collect souls tirelessly like this?
And how long will the moon smile in the night sky to perforate and precipitate some more light?
-Divyosmi