Lurks A Villain
Lurks a villain we all know
Wicked thought and actions show
Angry, wanton baited breath
Sired in eternal nastiness
Stolen cold dug upon it’s breast
Ambling chains of dying rest
Sampling once a victim’s blood
Where a dangling dagger stood
Fortune lost and dabbler’s gold
Seeming wasted, stabbing bold
Making marks in horror’s fest
Sounds leaking into blackness
Hanging. piercing violent lust
Blankets all the quiet dust
Joining, lunge and darkness slice
Knowing of the painful price
-M. Jacobs
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