Written for " the End "contest sponsored by Craig Cornish
but to seize the gold of your splintered sun, must I m o v e dreams across tables of trickery placed with forks of forgery and chalices of deceit c r a d l i n g the dust of life and ticking truth s l i t h e r i n g in silk among writhing serpents awaiting the stroke of midnight thorns? and to confuse my patience with a pawn is a miscalculated mistake for I refuse to be chained in citrines~ engrossed in cruelty served in sinister spoons; threats from an egomaniac soaked in m u s k s of dusk so tonight, I bid adieu to the eccentric accent of a ruthless strategist; the end tastes sweeter than sips of silence~ your speech mocking the stem of an aching rose, illustrating p e t a l s glazed by the moon~ as maleficence in the narcissistic narratives there is no line of empathy in my arcade of angst~ for the fallen star armored with daggers protecting the cave of chaos.
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