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Behind the fanciful facades
Of the now scandal beset elite
Indolent bohemian extravagance has brought low the high

Indulgent freedom thrown in the face of the low
Prompts revenge to be taken suddenly in the night
With murderous revenge the intent

This night is long and stretches far, wide, deep
With the high now found where the hunters find them
Meanwhile the world covers its eyes

Days pass until this night breaks
The land suddenly red in dawning realisation
Spirit tired the hunters sleep unhaunted until the night rises