The p1ke hunts
Under the st0nes
And c0des
1n the luminescent lake
Petrichor dr1fts from the bank
In perfumed p1xels
Diffused by the n1ght air
Until they reach the p0int of no return
Like the peregr1ne
Hungry f0r meaning
The black p1ke circles
Thr0ugh the moon
And traps the peregr1ne in its onyx eye
To barter blo0d:
“A dr0p a day
For three sc0re and ten
And you may l1ve.”

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