They burned like flameless candles

And their daily survival made them carnivores;

They were feared but never be worshipped

Yet their skills could be bartered for their legacy.

They wandered from shore to shore on their serum thirst

Juggling & joggling in their quivers of non-repentance

Like the parting of the sun’s rays from the object of peace

But weave their infinite enlightening of the dark inheritance.

Millions of souls horse-powered such human ignorance

De-energized & recharged this bituminous brevity

As if the evening sun self kills its day-long glory & forfeits

Their pathetic darkness overpowered on their graves of death.