Twas murder on the dance floor!
Volcanic glass glinting in the pale moonlight, revelers swirling with shadows and blood.
The Tyrant presides, Divine attendees joining.
Gold and Jade stand opposing, the Malevolent Pestilence watching.
Shadows aflicker at the arrival, for each light casts Shadow.
Blood arched at His vampiric Divine command, but alas!
There was murder on the dance floor.
A gory display, a death calling back to older days.
Truly a party to die for.

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 3rd of Chakros, in the year 2 AC.