“my Dark ones”

Abhorrent faces filled with

gristle grins smiling

 smiling

victims of them

selves

the horror they so

loved to love hated

by the general populace

but doing it all dressed

in lace and blood and peacock

tyrant tears

as they screamed their last wills

a testament to the hate they were given

the rebellion they became.

 

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