Solitairy Confinement
Bloody Red, Forbidding Black
Lying on the white
The King, he frowns
The Queen, she cries
The Ace and Jack are grim
Hostile Frozen Faces glare
They take, they grab, they multiply
Whirling, Swirling, Suffocating
Transfixed, Imobile, Terrifying
Bloody Red. Forbidding Black
Lying on the white.
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