Dark Theaters

In oplent halls a grim ball of macrbe mascrade maintainef. The fiefs laughing in hedonistic euphoria.They twist, twirl and contort to shriekful songs. When blood churning screams o the whhels and cages touches tjeir ears they smile for to the masked court it is melody most delightful. So corrupt they are, blinded by ever unappeasable lust wed with ever diminishing pleasure.So they hide draconiously in their manors and estates. However in truth they are but blindfolded, for in their hearts of hearts know what has become. Viewing the very light they have descended from causes stabbing panic. Like crabs in a bucket, they must snuff out all clarity. For if the others suspect it may be I on the wheel. So though their panic they stray further and further with the ouroboros. And so they stay in their boarded chauteas, relishing in acts unspeakabily unholy. Theyre mascrade in truth in not their cruel games but their justification for the boards. In truth the courts need not fear their pitful peasant prey. It is not that the cows o the slaughter house take no umbrage with their gate, but are simply powerless against the reaper's sycthe. No they hide ratlike in their dens so they are not burned by light. Tis fitting, for dark theaters are best for dark deeds.