Royal Wasteland
Blooded noses, Squeals of fear. Red robes, red. Edges, bullets, fists, teeth and selling beef. Freedom torches, white feathers. Lion standards, gargoyles, hung on velvet walls. Red waistcoats. Warriors born, killers well groomed. By prep schools and academic cartoons. Passionate kernels, dictate source code. Morality by the immoral. I met a girl named Mary, neither virgin nor prostitute. She held my hand and whispered, 'don't be scared.' Wide eyed I cried. As we walked the labyrinth. She held my hand and whispered, 'don't be scared, the killers won't prevail.' Ollie Bee