Silver – stanza 1.2

The horror of the evening still rings in my
Ears like a huge stack of speakers blared
A heavy metal three chord blistering set
Hard against a sensitive child asleep
Moments – the silent pause as the men fell
The terrible sounds of impact, souls expelled
In a violent instant, the gasps and screams
Exploding to fill the theater’s oversized space
Silver and Tasha, although they seemed
Intimately involved in the precipitating
Situation, seemed strangely unmoved
By the carnage we witnessed, disturbed
Eager to leave, serious in demeanor
But unconcerned by the death of two men
We piled into a car, “Drive,” said Tasha
And the luxury car pulled away, through
A thick milling curious crowd into the city
Tasha complimented our dancing, slipping
Into Russian at times, Allison responded
As though she spoke the language, which
Seems unlikely, a surreal ride, conversation
Completely removed from the scene we witnessed
Almost as though the whole thing was faked
And we’d be meeting up with Courlain
Later; leaving the city behind, we arrived
At a huge mansion, surrounded by fountains
And gardens, she gave servants commands
Showed me my room and told me that
Razor would be joining me very soon

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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