Easy Target; By Xubair
Because it is vulnerable, an option, you might see.
Wide out in the open, entire visibility.
It crafts, a craft, but craft it cannot.
Where art thou? What could it, even be?
A short lived existence, a simple fantasy.
A millisecond of a second.
Or an entire eternity?
Chaos, malevolence.
No serenity?
No where to go or run.
Like a deep, rooted tree.
A wish of a prayer.
A prayer of a wish.
Here it be, until the deed is done.
An easy target, is what it comes to be.
For a millisecond and an eternity.
Utter melancholy but pure serenity.
An easy target, is what it comes to be.
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