representative of the kingA Poem by A scalpel & some bad ideasa thing i did about a scene in a thing. I don't like it all that much
they lay like wet leaves against the marble steps
lazed, elegant and golden as hyena jaws shone and shouted, cursing their luminescence, skin-green, sweating envy the rotted king draped his own arms over the scape, crazed and transparent, alive with power, while the prince danced © 2013 A scalpel & some bad ideasAuthor's Note
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