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Velvet Mood

January 14, 2016

As we sink into our velvet mood

Dionysus shifts in the corner.

He tries to spout philosophical rants

but the poison seeps in faster

and turns his words to unintelligible Greek.

My selfish prayers echo in the aftermath of chaos

as his current strengthens.

We feast with him as he admires himself in the silver.

He had a tendency to spy on himself.

We dare not speak until he has drank from the chalice.

The music overflows as anarchy spills from his lips.

He plans to take the world,

douse it in sin and unleash his demons.

Our velvet mood turns coarse.

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