Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends


if she turned her head away
from the unholy circle
his darkest clouds would descend

sturm und drang
and the madness of dead kings
commanding her
to once again cast her gaze

forced to watch the lions
rip apart
metal and flesh gladiators
with their teeth

she hated him for it

he hated her more
for retaining the will
to close her eyes

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