Foreverlasting Night

There has been naught but naughtiness within the castle’s tower walls sad moaning sounds of haughtiness cavorting in the castle halls concealed within the royal lives the nakedness of concrete lusts skeletal hands of loyal wives caressing smooth faced royal busts. And yet the scent of pheromones o’erpowers all, both kith and kin, summons them to clutch the robe that cannot cover both of them. The dagger just the parting spite of death’s foreverlasting night. John G. Lawless ©12/7/021