By: Kosative D.
T’was solid, light did spew!
A carnival lined meeting.
The gracious twins paid due
while the trumpets hearts were beating.
They ran, they ran they frolicked so,
the wards! could not contain them.
The fun was brung and young, yet oh
the night would veil what stained them.
Trickles left, trickles right,
above a tent in play.
The rain falls hard, the twins will fight--
transcendence to the day.
Shards and shards they gleam!
Porcelain line the tips.
A smile but a scheme--
the blood, the blood, it drips.
And through the night they'd found it,
that saneness once they'd owned.
For all along it'd fit
between the one girl’s bone.