Glimpses Of Forgotten Souls

Mrs. Cruelty

Dark Slight Curl

Of a Tousled Crown,

Stone Faced with Lips of a Sullen Frown.

Gray Scale Comes Out to Play,

Hovering Storm Clouds Refuse To Go Away.

Antarctic Glare From Cavalier Eyes,

Proud Hateful Demeanor

For

All is Despised.

An Aura of Staleness Looms,

Thus--

Colors Refuse To Spring Forth and Bloom,

Against the Acrimonious Broken Note,

You Mercilessly Play and With Foolishness You Tote.

Such Ignoble Lack of Respect and Morality,

 As

Perverse Gratification You Derive From Such Demeaning Brutality!