The digital age,
a fingertip connection,
and hearts miles apart.

The noble demon
carrying his honor
among God’s liars.

You seem familiar,
but I can’t remember where
I’ve seen you before.

The day is filled with
the hustle and bustle of
just what, exactly?

When was it, perhaps,
that my comfortable things
became my prison?

The handsome captain:
his uniform freshly pressed,
the blood scrubbed away.