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A tilted head as the seraphim silently overlooks the common folk, In the caliginosity appears the practiced predator with eyes of yolk. The unsuspecting do not suspect malice behind a sweet smile, For how could such an unassuming cherub do something vile? And the rumored subjugation of his intended prey, Enigmatic eyes and soft utterances put into play. One moment with darkened eyes akin to a clueless night, Only then transitioning to ochre orbs, glowering bright. Many a mortal fate sealed behind a seraph's smile, Knowing not that behind it lies his predatory wile. The clout-chasing youth who accepts his invitation none the wiser, Only to find himself the main event, course, and savory appetizer. Though starring as the innocent ingenue in Vecchio's vision, His immortal being too captured by Cabanel in celestial derision. And so the elegant Eros stands, raven curls amidst the tenebrosity, With mercurial affections ranging from amorous to amber animosity.

There was once a destructive bratty blonde cat, Behold the meowing menace, Monsieur Lescat. You ask him to please utilize his designated scratching post, Inconsiderately he runs claws through that you love most. For the petty prince hasn't a single worry or care, A Cheshire grin as he rips to shreds your Ottoman chair. Bushy tail in the air as this feral feline prowls, Thinking his demands are actually a lion's growls. And if you were to make light of his angry hiss, Cherished items would be found covered in piss. And you might find wee fangs sunk in your arm vein, Driblets of blood trickling down upon that fluffy mane. And utterly inconsolable is this histrionic elitist beast, Demise imminent if fed any variant of Fancy Feast. And simple meat chunks would not suffice for this meal, Preferring to bury canines into his human till they squeal. And if you are a person he deems of lowly status or means, You better not dare rub his ample belly or squish his beans. And to dare familiarize yourself with those soft princely paws, Would only make you the recipient of his unforgiving claws. And slitted pupils will follow wherever you choose to go, Waiting for a mistake in service as reason to unleash woe.

The modernized Apollo who performed as no one dared, His synthesizer ready with fangs and abdomen bared. His newly formed lyre now strapped across the chest, Commanding the fawning mortal base at his behest. His voice, haunting then roaring, hypnotizing the crowd, The sheep all corralling in the lion's den, bleating loud. Canines were licked mid-performance as he beheld the flock, Hunger fueling passion and song as he inhales the blood stock. And I among the sea of faces, how potent was this hold?? Perhaps in appearing at this venue, I had been too bold. The haze in that arena was laid on thick, potent and numbing, And many vain attempts to shake off this sensation so dumbing. Though efforts were futile as my gaze was ensnared by violet eyes, He who now threatened to unveil each and every vampire's guise. A chaotic entropy and draining experience his performance brings, He masterfully plucks a myriad of heart as well as violin strings. Arms raised towards heavens as stage lights illuminate the leonine mane, Making one truly believe in the coming of Helios and his fiery chariot again. And in the process he rightly earns other entities' consternation and derision, For none can emulate his new age Dionysian dogma and unrestrained religion. And the Fanged Pharaoh and Phoebus flaunts and flirts upon the grand stage, Grinning at all the tantalized mortals whom he has willed into the beast's cage.

I don’t know. I don’t want to jinx it by talking to Angel or Amy and I can’t tell Teddy in case he… I don’t know. Says something to Colin and he ribs the everloving fuck out of me. Or starts comparing technique. Besides, it seems mean to tell him how happy I am when he just broke up with his boyfriend. And I am happy, I’m really fucking happy.