Youth

Magic is a spectacle
Reminscent of a detestable,
Stench.
Cold and calcauated hope bring us closer to the light
But snuffs out the candle when we are close enough to,
See.
I don't remember you,
nor you me,
But we were meant to be in some time or
Space.
Cattle prodded the life force falters,
Shocked by pain and scattered about a field in ashes,
Sold.