Flowing like the blood of Abraham of Worms.
“To serve and fear,” he promised, along with gifting ten gold florins.
Sounds like the needed Judas.
Without villains, how do we know that ostensible hero?
What of we who relate to the in-between called ‘antiheroes’?
An alarm screams.
No siren, but a klaxon doppleganging.
To bind the demons, must you first summon them?
An odd gambit given that you may not have had their attention initially.
Diamonds of snow falling, whilst I read the broken man whose sobriquet is Lewis Carroll.
Here do I call him out by his birth name: Charles Lutwidge Dodgson.
And, any fan knows Alice’s hair was brown, not blonde.
An erudite form of witness protection.
One thought on “what of we?”
Klaxon doppleganging, I may have to borrow that. 🙂
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