Stormy skies reveal Their strain,

Misted streets enshroud Their pain,

Cloaks of Night disguise Their fashion,

As heightened winds ignite Their passion.

They wander from Their beds and homes,

Inspired by Their share of poems,

Searching for Their destined prize,

Restraining thoughts...Containing sighs.

And though They're lost and destitute,

Their rising costs have made Them mute,

They hide Their words deep down inside,

And in Their Brothers' hearts confide.

But senses hidden beneath Their skin,

Burn for desire from unknown sin,

And Their hunger grows with each attempt,

They can't resist and must relent!

They bolt into a frenzied chase,

And disengage control's embrace,

A final attempt to join the cursed,

And forever quench Their raging thirsts.

They catch a glimpse...A silhouette,

A glimmer of hope blinding all regret,

And They launch forward thus renewed,

And search out Those within imbued.

When at last Their eyes do meet,

They know there will be no retreat,

And The Battle Is Joined in sweet temptation,

As They give in to mutual fascination.

Their eyes burn through Their common fire,

Their hands reveal Their true desire,

And Their blood starts to boil...Again and again,

For Theirs is by nature...The Blood Of The Children!

- For The Boy In Arborland Mall -