The Patchwork Pattern

The white moon sinks; over the horizon
to places unknown. To places
where machines conquer all.
Where suns meet people for the
first time.
The eyes of the demon meet mine
for the last time.
I say farewell to a long known friend.
but too late, for she has gone without looking back.
Gone forever...into places unknown.
I shall miss her.

Now what to do, the demon has
turned away.
Turned away and gone forever.
Never will it be
Never will it hear my please or cries.

The patchwork pattern is blue red with gold.
It is sick and shall wait for our return.