NEO-SERIFX

He didn’t give me stars. He gave me rocks, and rocks he'd given me to bead with. He chose to be a sorcerer, and sorcerer had he become since the marked day. He never asked me to come with him. Neither did he ask anyone to come alongside. The pattern on his mortified eyes made me think. And think. Has he cried? Or did he just will to be free. Question mark.