a lonely place of dancing

a lonely place of dancing--
with only the statues
of the gods to keep you--

watching, waiting, silently--
footfalls echo, ignored,
on ears of concrete bored--

here is where you live, alone,
a solitary throne--
your cell you call your own--

a lonely place of playing--
wistful clouds, memories,
float by you, absently--

hurried bubbles-- thoughts! ideas!
quiver around your feet--
burst all-too-easily--

a lonely place of respite
quite suited to your tastes--

a fact too hard to face:

through stained-glass windows you watch
others dance in other halls
that you can't reach at all.

and so it begins / evil genius

and so it begins
with an uneven tooth-filled grin

an angry hand clenched
in a clawed gesture-- eyes focused

sniggering jester
blood soaked-- heart stopped-- my masterstroke

I must confess it's...
a bit of a mess, a pool

of blood congealing
and she's drowning, she's drowning

in it-- she's finished
a pawn spent- is victory gained

sacrifices
always cause pain

drowning down
bodies rising to the surface

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so much meh on this one. Perhaps I'll revisit it when I've more to say