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
Ollie Bee
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