He swirls the rising smoke

From his burning lies

Never letting It fly far enough

To the blinking skies

It drops down defeated

Hiding It's cheeks from his blow

Standing up, It's legs wobble unsteadily

Like a newly born doe

All It wants is to be free

From It's home of chackles

To finally reach the stars

But It only finds his cackles

His hand swirls and swirls

Until he's sure there's nothing

He takes another drag

Like the wolf; huffing and puffing