In a moment of dark magic
The entrancer turned enchanter
Spun into a dove and flew away
Some belladonna dancing in the wind
Her stirring beating Lazarus to sleep
Not shedding even a feather in her wake
Spinning him around in his confusion
Swaying in that moment of a crash
He’s had almost no peace since then
His only ease comes from some moments
Feeding with brooding pigeons pecking at his feet
Who single him out in the park
Recognize his stumbling to the bench
His way of walking like the living dead
Lanning Lee 