CAMELOT FANTASIES

 Tempestuous are the demons who are raging at the
The bars
Straining grasping at the clutches
Of each souls developed scars
Each pound of flesh
Out weighs the other in mass
Wounds have contorted the body grotesquely
They ground their claws causing intense trauma
Smile is forced askew from bloated mess
Eyes are the window to the soul
Look closely not even the smile can hide
The solid fact that death
Took hold even for the 24 hours
Staring back in the mirrored glass
Eyes are dead
Staring at the picture with failing dread

~Divine