Epilogue
For now,
I’ve had my fill
vengeance done,
so back
into the darkness
I shall fade
sitting in my
snowflake obsidian throne,
watching society unfold,
looking for
the next purposeful kill,
will it be you?
No matter,
I can always
count on people
to find reasons
they shouldn’t exist,
giving me something to do
when the boredom kicks in.
Will it be you?
So as the cobwebs build
upon my night colored fur
and the taste of blood
slowly fades
from my mouth
my mind replays
each of my sadistic,
lushes,
kills
sending pulses
of ecstasy
through me
with each retelling,
and as I squirm on my throne
someone draws closer
to their demise
by my hand.
(Will it be you?)
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