Hooded man lurks stealthily with blood stained knife
The Cheshire cat keeps close to the baker’s wife
The jeweled crown is stolen from the safe
And the guarded mafia is suddenly unsafe
The dead land’s engulfed with crop circles strange
And a tryst with death is too close to abate
But man rises from rubble to riches
And saints led across fire become witches
He’s noticed her, but no, perhaps?
She’s lost in a maze, and needs life’s maps.
Odysseys started but stopped midway
Are words in my mind, are words in my mind.