a little more than five years have passed since i
first entered this chamber.
locks of steel have rusted
and crusted a vein of trace.
not a single keen soul has visited me once.
the beasts trapped within these walls
creep at night to woo the virgins.
the temptress has invited to entertain
all his and her majesties.
a banquet of goods.
ice sculptured swans, snow-white drapes,
bubble light, diamond decorated chandeliers,
and crystal glassware.
all alike.
it was such a divine dining where
the main course was the feast of our flesh
as to their amusement they strip us
naked and laugh
like hyenas pestering at their prey.

.jacob g
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