It's Still Life

A Modern Satyr

Lust’s eternal reaper, he
cuts a fine figure through
the furrows of night,

a prowler using
fog as his clarity.
He walks the myth

of biology and religion.
A kiss of deceit. His feet,
imprinted oddities of

hooves that scramble
on sharp stones.
It’s the sound of questions

and intent.
Silence
cuts the fog with clarity.

Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “Satyr”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #RDP #amwriting @midjourney