Who What Why
who has that much power
to make the very foundations
of our castle crumble
the towers are imploding
the nightmare so déja vu
there’s something sinister
treading amidst our halls
wicked mischievous ghosts
conniving our demise
what machiavellian plot
a ruse to what avail
AP: 3rd place 2020
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