Conquest Remains Our Love Song

do we need a bad guy

worse than ourselves?

exaggeration, 

apocalyptic figures

complete the picture

with inhuman features -

will it do the trick?

 

do we need an evil 

beyond our own?

king's fiction 

the norm's disfigured

lest we face at daybreak

that we're more than seeking

with vampires to drink

 

our own cups half-filled

with the world's blood

gets too hard to ignore

when shed light burns 

 

can we slither from skin?

hide from our demons?

chasing eclipses,

stay with the crosshairs

remember scopes we once sold?

we purchased an enemy

 

truly someone awful

worse, a tall tale

stretched out by a tightened 

torture rack, heightened 

by unreal 

devotions to long yarns

and warped measuring sticks

we stand above,

we don't thirst for riches and blood -

at least not like he does..the dark fantasy goes on

and allows conquest

to remain our love song

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