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Riddled
The jester dances
on the head of a pin
all the alabaster faces
plastered in fear.
Blood pulsed red velvet
across marble white
carving a path from
a strangers vice.
Stunted inquisitors
seek to uncover
a witness untouched
by paralysis.
Minstrels weaves a
song of betrayal, a tale
of lovers betwixt
in passion.
Now only the fool remains
muted in silence he
juggles the cards wearing
his stupid dog grin and
vacant eyes.
So the body was covered
ivory carved pommel jilted
in gold still extended from
the point of penetration.
Eyes glued open
none would speak
as if tongues were snipped
and lips sealed.
Just a distant laughter
in the dusk where a
killer walks embodied
by lust.
3:50 PM - 12/12/2006 -
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