Nether-Vision Poem by Leslie Xavier

Bitter brew from the Andes,
the haze blown, sea breeze.
Three nights of planned kills,
a numb mind, dead foes and friends.

Dazed, I walk slow dodging pits,
shadowy stalkers, blurred edges.
And then the vision, a familiar face;
she, in colour so rich and alive.

Clad in black, old-world charm;
the very smile, sun's shining.
Have you come back aye, for me, wings spread...
...The motor zooms, a rude horn.

Wake up now, these pills for you boy;
are these to ease the vein?
Or to leave like that king, in pain.
Alexander, veni, vidi! Vici a distant dream.