I lost you once to the madness of a moonless night.

I watched you dance with empty freedom in the street.

You gazed entranced at quiet breath

raised your arms and kissed the stars

until dawning sunlight’s broken scars

tore down your murky bliss with savage lust and dreadful might

and then, in your heartbreak, you cried.

One would suppose you might.

Colin Murphy

Colin is a professional scallywag. He is also well versed in the arts of foolishness and skulduggery. When he is not busy being a silly goose, you can bet your bottom dollar that he is up to no good.