Sleuth

Sleuth

The fire in our souls,

Burns brighter than the Northern Star,

And the flames dance in our eyes,

Heeding only the melodies of our minds.

What tempting prepositions,

What beautiful vengeances,

Could still the beating of our hearts,

So full of lust, for life.

The vicious passion by which we live,

Are not of the sort normalcy approves,

For our wits are heirlooms of doom,

Even the immortals possess not.

Let us set ourselves on fire,

And be rid of our infernal desires,

"Smoulder, smoulder,

Burn thy fodder."

Mask upon masks,

We patter about our fatal games,

Courting sweet Death,

To end our incarcerated follies.

Swearing upon handshakes,

We are of each other's sort,

So much that we cannot bear it,

That, destiny turns us into sleuths.

In our claustrophobic universe,

We are sleuths,

Who shall forever,

Only seek each other.

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Note: Well, guess what? I've come to like Jude Law. Today, I chanced upon one of his films, Sleuth (2007). Law stars in it with Michael Caine, who starred in the 1972 version of the film. Film's adapted by a play of the same title by Anthony Shaffer. Directed by Kenneth Branagh, dude who plays Gilderoy Lockhart in Harry Potter haha.

Thought the movie was weird and sort of dull the first 15 mins...and then it morphed into something absurdly trippy and poetic. And god, kinda fag like even. But whatever, the manic back & forth held my attention. I find it beautiful. And the house, well, heck. I'd like a house like that.

Not many films stir my muse, and this one does. So, I think it's something special. In a twistedly witty sort of way. Heh.