Tag / Slave

A nude mounts the stage in a cool studio, and arranges her limbs beneath an orchestration of cool studio lights. There is a

tired employee,/
keeping in line the swerving—/
can barely pick up his/
feet for food shopping/

The sound of horns,one great long unsettling note rose into the air and echoed off the mountain walls, announcing our close

Mistress of the Dark, Bride of the Night…
Swiftly comes the horrors that bring eternal delight.
Wrapped in ch