Capitol Pride was definitely one for the books.
She’s laid to rest when the sun is bright. On Autumn’s eve, she duels the night. She gyrated, joked and caused a rite. Causing chaos to all in sight. Pupils white, she chants through the night. CHAZ CHAZ CHAZ CHAZ Once he’s beckoned, there’s no turning back. He charms them
I wrote this on the way to the gym