Words thrown about loosely.
Each slicing slowly the doe-eyed innocent.
A banter denying her any redemption..
What monstrosity beneath his gentle skin.
Yet, what beauty hides in this beast.
Why such actions from this naive hands?
Rage unfounded burning his being within.
Nothing left but a tired charred grump.
Scurrying, scampering a search goes in vain.
Where lies that illusive answer?
No sleep for you, tonight
Chuckles the cold wizard.
Ah but wise one, remember your curse is such,
a revealing light upon
Monsters that lie beneath us all.
No malice in this chalice.
No mercy from the free.
No apology in this soliloquy.
No hate from the irate.
Yet, no glee for him to see.
Hatchets don’t get buried so easy.
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