The Other Pale Truth

It’s taken a toll.
Has no choice but to sell her soul. But he just had to have her.

Thoughts,
Rummaged.

The lies of a virgin seep through his veins.
Love basks in the glory of all of his chains.
A
Mirage of smiles pepper the stained.
But no more surprises.
No attention gained.

Blessings of the burdened, pious men,
Invigorate.
Realms of reason attack the failure,
It’s all just a bait.
No season for loveless stories.
No season for the mirth nor the whimsical worries.

Just a step. Then two.
Pick a leader.
But,
Who?