# Dead Shamrocks Author: Yukki Lust Tags: Lyrical Poetry Coffeehouse soundtracks muse Then pause while live performances tumble through the door Uproar and brouhaha fight in brawl Yet none of this is recognized Like a worthless fighter with fists still raised Though red mash covers the floor and flesh rots Two pairs of eyes are shot at each other like bullets Fierce and intense, hedging and deceiving A sweat drop falls from a brow Smashing the silence into shards Smack! King of the Rocket ships Risk, another metallic sweat bead falls off the chain More shards, scarlet A sip of coffee; stay alert joker! A puff of your cigarette, not too deep now Double take, he's bleeding now Suck some blood while he is scrambling for composure He recovered quickly One? Fifteen? Is he going to finish this in a wipe? Trickery is a serpent Indeed Forty-five soldiers for my army Almost to the five hundred I need to recruit A masquerade now? Foolish The antagonist is gauzy, transparent like a phantom Sands are ticking And vines are circling our chairs Draw. Flick, flick. He puffs his cigarette And puffs again, deeply inhaling the smog Followed by a gargle and rinse of coffee Down go ten men Chuckles. Whip and Swipe. An extra soldier under my domain Ten, jack, queen, king, fifteen of tilted squares Thanks daft joker, no wonder you are not in this game And another fifty-five soldiers You're starting to lack Silly enmity And my clandestine battle plan is nearing the horizon Black and whimsical is the wiser way A rain of piercing arrows on your remains More burgundy, more scarlet, but not from my fangs From my gleaming deceit I charmed you And you blinked while I annihilated you with the evidence in your palms It is done. Put your cigarette out and finish your coffee Time to go home   Source: https://sofurry.com/s/AnKypV5e