complex coloured human forms and strings of violin or viola

and the sandman
comes
a hollow
empty nester
in whom a light is suddenly switched on
 
we’d said never again
would we care for children
 
and then we broke our promise
the music of our life

 

a 19th century child in a black costume with leather chest belt draws a sword from a scabbard

so draw your sword
 
or draw the moon
as a juvenile head to rise over
 
high over
the kingdom of the soon to be dead
 
which is just
another type of lie

 

☄