Primal PatternsOutstretching the sunset,you alter my angles:sowing feathers and ashon my orderly rows,my amber veined onions.I, wanting only frailfrazzled perfection, amleft spitting in the wakeof your snakeskin decay.The roses grow onlyso red to distract you,while I hide my patternsin petulant haystacks,wiping your fingerprintsfrom my snapdragon dreams.
MutinyI will not acceptthis rebellious behavior.Antihero, handsoff the Main Character. Sheshappily marriedto your rival, the Jester.Main Villain/Big Bad,dont be such a damn pussy.You want the heroesto die in horrible ways.Rebel Queen, could youplease be less of a psycho?I do not approveof your new love of slaughter.There will be no morenegotiation. Go on,scream as much as youlike. Im the one with the pen.I swear to the Muse,I will pull this brain over.