Power Cravings
Daily Poetry
Timid and shy, one would lie
in a fetal position under the night sky -
a moon ignited by fires of the blue king.
A brother consumed, engulfed, and transformed – a terrible thing.
Cursed into inadequacy as the azure curse awakens in him.
Confusion and frustration, a finger triggering a mortal sin.
A kind child kidnapped by the truth.
Compelled into betrayal,
so he may never have to be saved,
ever again.