You are predetermined to mirror him,
That devil that dangles you from his strings.
You plead, “But I don’t yearn for his wings,
He edified me only how to preach!”

It all falls quickly, like the sun in brisk Summer’s dusk,
Elemental aspirations easier said then accomplished.
He smothers you in one fell swoop with his evanescent tusk.

And it all commenced as everything starts,
Untainted. Anticipating for a scene change.
From different spectrums, yellow parts,
Concrete to aqua pura, no stamps of estrange.