They fed
off others’ fear
polluting the atmosphere
like a sideshow of mirrored shrieks
unleashing their own wintered Dorian freaks.
Until a battle-worn body
with a mind
once confined
to the catalogues of chaos,
found his newly lost identity
amidst an ancient assassin’s ancestry.
Where once,
slave sold
by blue-blooded gold,
reborn of the hunted he preyed
for the revenge, he carried against all those betrayed.
Rural Romantic Ramblings 
Dark and moody prose which is a great match for the picture. Something very evocative about this piece – nicely done!
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‘Evocative’ is a such a great word.
Thank you for the compliment, the comment, and the word of the day. 🙂
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