Lavender and Opium
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        Strange fascinations
        caused his evil machinations.
        He rode the sleeping city on a nightmare.
        Pale skulls embroidered on his vest,
        those who feared him, who knew him best. 
        His fingernails were knives, his hands were bare.

        His prey he tangled in a net of lavender and opium.
        He promised them elysium;
        he lied.
        And though they struggled and they tried,
        everyone he touched had died
        strangely, not a pair of them alike.