Angles attempt to free themselves from the tangled web
those dark forces ensnare them—trophies to sell
they laugh with glee at the ease of  capture of trusting beings
fiber of a shredded wing sways to the ground—evil revolution
using blunt clubs, shattering  their skulls, feeding on salvation

This weeks words are in bold. Read all the entries at Tracey’s Tavern.

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