**_The Sparrow_**

Leather and mahogany

A blissful dream of red wine and paint

She traverses the mind of her lover

The allure of her aroma

Drawing The Fox inward

She delivers pleasure and joys

And stands innocent

Quietly unaware

To The Fox’s true nature

**_The Raven_**

Dark-feathered and willowy

The first recipient of The Fox’s love

The bearer of the horrors he brought

With eyes of ink she watches

The Sparrow stumble into the same love

She once thought was hers

Yet there is no resentment

No vile grip of jealousy

Only understanding

**_The Fox _**

“Deeply misunderstood,” They say

“Boys will be boys” Another added

The Fox sat soundly

With luxuries and pleasure at his feet

His mind drenched in entertainment

Seeking something he could not find

Neither in the Sparrow

Nor the Raven

Cunning, deceitful, merciless—

He has become a shell of nothingness

Unfeeling