The state of euphoria,
never that he heard;
a cause to the song,
evoking till they burned.

Moonlight with stars,
dark fences around parks;
his eyes to cease time,
through one of his embarks.

As known to their wrath,
not name it deserved;
hunting the stolen pieces,
the life in him whirred.

His egotistical words,
out of those deep marks;
parting his one thirds,
two utterly broken hearts.