Once Upon a time,
There was this place.
Where the sweet wind chimed,
streets were lined in lace.

Sanguine stages of debauchery
Roads paved in red corpses.
The people made into a mockery,
Rages mirrored by humanoid torches.

Death and I are good friends.
We agreed their last breath
Was the very beginning
Of merciless; eternal unrest.

To their feet bare in poverty
eyes grew cold without hope.
Their teeth bared in harmony,
They feasted on throats.

Grins ripped and stretched,
Icy blood in their veins.
Skin slick and wretched,
Sickness within their brains.

Spines distorted and split,
Wings from their back formed.
Flames erected from their spit,
Their foreheads became horned.

Clothing ripped from the mob
As they sold their souls.
Policemen slaughtered like the festival hog
Hearts gaping like bottomless wholes.

The streets aflame in anger and pain,
Open graves decorated the local homes.
With nothing to gain,
Nothing left to as atone,

The demons wept,
Ruby tears lined their cheeks.
Hate was swept,
They sat alone for weeks.

Winter thrashes this town we observe,
Forms still as stone.
A life none of them deserve,
The church bell rings a tone.

They remained like that forever,
From sad spring, to summer, and fall.
Nothing left to sever
Them from the walls.

These are they;
Gargoyles in the rafters.
We cannot say,
"They lived happily ever after. "



Carpe Diem.