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Melody is crooning, with a lofty

Gaze

In the Wrong direction.

 

Judgement praises a

Closeted

Betrayal of a ghostly thought.

 

Famine engulfs,

Ignobly

The last plucked feather of

Hope-

 

(and she, who stands-

Naked-

Remembers how she fought).

 

Provocation cloaks

Villainy

In a shroud of his own

Making.

 

Frivolity wakes

Suddenly

Amidst a game of

Pitch and toss.

 

As they crumble-

Flailing