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 




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