Prismed in veiled fascination
Once upon a time, I was but a poverty stricken façade,
But that well has dried up and I now have it made.
Brilliant evocation and slight of mind,
It all fits in like a light bulb christened with a stronger glow.
Tell me how I managed this, I can only say,
“You captured me; I’m enchanted by your spell”.
Hold me here, corroborate our fortunes thrice,
For the day will come when reaching out will be divulging into our very own.
Blatantly mesmerizing, I call it how I see it,
Yet no complaints because that was the script.
The siren call has whispered anew, deliberation plays no part
Commiseration is but a facet of the ancient war.
So capture is what capture does, wholly and complete.
Give up that lost cause, present anew and lead us to the feat.