POEM: The Beautiful People

A star
The black
A step
A breath
The Beautiful People are gathered tonight
A glance
A bow
The breeze
So sweet
The Beautiful People, so graceful, so bright
The silk
The wine
She turns
He smiles
The Beautiful People do not fear the dark
A step
A twirl
A touch
A kiss
The Beautiful People, so shocking, so stark
A step
A touch
A dance
A song
The Beautiful People with voices of gold
The dark
A fall
A gasp
A cry
The Beautiful People, so fair to behold
A shriek
The blood
The game
The black
The Beautful People are Lords of Misrule
The fear
The chase
The hunt
The prize
The Beautiful People, so lovely, so cruel.

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