Hollow shrines
placed decadently
around a labyrinth
of mystic desire
to see the splatter
of blotched ink
as the abyss descended
into tangled chaos
merge together
the severed ties
of families
with the ghostly
obsession
of inhabited
family homes
detach yourselves
from the incoherent
hushed secrecy
as the frantic
frail personalities
are shrouded in
the imagination
conjured during the
twilight hours
of a roman siege
of no certain origin
and with no
definite home
it stains the fabric
of everyday life
as the immortal wishes
of a fallen victim
destroyed,
misled
...
by a lullaby
Honorable mention
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