The untrod stairs.
The unsent message.
The silence of the tomb where unkept promises are mourned.
Your undying mendacity.
Your malignant despisery.
Your smug face in the media scrum
never to be seen again
except in mocking, comedic videos.
You said you'd stick around
until the gold paint dried.
It was meant to be a jocular moment,
but it held true.
You had other things to do...
a house to break into shards.
So the last thing you destroyed
will be forever the final.
The end is not the beginning.
The door has been slammed,
and the disquiet is a haunting.
We thought you'd never leave.
You were brought down by your irascible rage.
Ostracized by those from whom you begged respect.
You vulgarian, barbarian troglodyte. Schweinehund.
You bought the fealty of demons and
your spawn did the same.
So, farewell to you. No...
be gone, and good riddance.
May you dwell in the Ninth Circle of Hell
forever and a day.
Treacherous. With Judas as your lusty
©Ellen Pepper 2025
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