In the dark
But bright room,
The news of his piercing tummy
At the battle for romance
Spreads sand wings.

My friend died
In romance
When the sky wore
A dark-fearing garment
While he faced confrontations
For a queen of his.

A dagger passed through his pancreas, chewed organs few,
And bled him in red pool.
My friend, a fine nificient lad,
Rigorous dagger removed
His mouth out of him.

Pop-eyed was his...