Posted by
Lori Moritz on Jan 18, 2011 in
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by Carter Ossman
A King now dead
A city once ever so jubilant
corroded
Buildings with beautiful decorations
now covered with thick, sickening black vines
People once pleasant and gracious to each other
now just rotted corpses
skeletons
The survivors blend in
All hail the...