“There is no sincerer love than the love of food”
– George Bernard Shaw
Ah!
A masquerade ball,
what a fabulous event for some
sensual skulduggery! Such a gaudy occasion attracts
the curdled cream of the corrupted crop.
All manner of villains lurk
in these extravagant halls – hidden behind
glittering masks.
There goes a politician – a bullshit artiste
Here comes an occultist – a student of esoterica.
In the centre of it all – a spider on a crystal web –
Lady Bellamy. A captivating cannibal. A glamorous glutton.
Always thirsty for a glass of wine.
Always hungry for a prime cut
of aristocrat.
So many guests dancing
and twirling,
laughing and conversing.
Such a wide range – Lady Bellamy is spoiled for choice.
Then she spies her main course for the evening.
As soon as their eyes meet, the young man
is bewitched and beguiled by malignant…
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Fictionspawn 
Yep. Another one.
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It is.
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where was my invite .., damn and blast … I love a masquerade ball
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As long as everyone’s incognito, no invitation neeeded 🙂
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I’ll be right over … then.
You’ll only know its me when the peacock blue feathers float past your periphery
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Brilliant writing but also, have to ask because I keep looking at it, do you know who the illustrator is?
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It’s me 🙂
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No, not this one 😀 haha! No, I don’t know.
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