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Early morning travesties
From Evening tapestries
Together tonight gathers a court
Of a most horrid deadly sort
You're cordially invited
To a dance of the most powerful
And are next to be sighted
As a deity of the sorrowful
So now pick a mask
The time is right
Or would you rather pick a casket
In which to sleep tonight
You enter as a blackened fox
Among the creatures of sin
It's a battle you cannot win
These animals, controllers of human whims
A mistress as a cat
The master is a rat
And their sun a flitting bat
The butler wears a suit
Made of snake skin
And their maid hair pins
Made of a fish's fins
The walls are splashed with blood
Drying to the color of mud
And concubines sing of key
To a hideous melody
Yes it is a ball fit for a king
Of most traitorous and deadly deeds
So gather around the table
It's like some tragic fable
Then you all take your seats
To play a new game and be sure you cheat
To begin the games true right
The white rat asks in a tone of deceit
So who shall die tonight?
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Deidre (I am trying to call you that lately instead of DeeDee, so you don't shoot me :) ),
this is an awesome poem. It really made me think, and i love it.
by the way....where have you been lately? are you still "sick" with another fatal illness?
Cant see what the end intent of it is, however, maybe my perception is to feeblistic in this matter. I do like the story in its face value though, it takes life in your thought. Sprouting like a play or the classical horror- Dracula films perhaps.
