Rainbows that My razors wrung
Midst Her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite My spiteful tongue
... Drystan Grayling...
He walked quietly.
Whilst many would be suprised to see him walking around so casually, there was an ulterior motive.
He needed a new sacrifice, a new offering to keep himself pretty.
As Drystan walked, many of the people of his territory scuttled out of his way. Many of them knew him by reputation alone, and he smiled slightly to think of the terror they must be feeling. But he needed to keep his beast well hidden, he needed to charm one.
He kept walking. Darkness followed.
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where Angels, bare
Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
I weep, they merely stare...
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.