The Other Pale Truth

It’s taken a toll.
Has no choice but to sell her soul. But he just had to have her.


The lies of a virgin seep through his veins.
Love basks in the glory of all of his chains.
Mirage of smiles pepper the stained.
But no more surprises.
No attention gained.

Blessings of the burdened, pious men,
Realms of reason attack the failure,
It’s all just a bait.
No season for loveless stories.
No season for the mirth nor the whimsical worries.

Just a step. Then two.
Pick a leader.


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