Broken angel walking
loping footdrag hinder
his soul of doubt, reeks
sharp tang of slow decay

Hungry ghosts hunting
wander for want of the willing
clutched hand and finger claw
snatching hopes in tatters

Lightness of spirit
sweetest of flavors
patchwork self-penance
bitter on tongue tip

Scarlet vision target
intensity of beam
circle light spot
neglectful of rest