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Gloria Horton-Young's avatar

Accusers—>Accused

Eyes claim unseen truths,

Yet the spectral fingers point,

Their fates now entwined.

Whispered in the dark,

Visions turn on their masters,

Irony's sharp bite.

Seers become seen,

Haunted by their own specters,

Justice's twist grim.

Once accusers, now

Chased by shadows they summoned,

Tables turned, they fall.

Visions once wielded,

Now chains that bind their bearers, Unseen irony.

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erniet's avatar

"J'accuse!" the spirit

Cried, and pointed. The jury

Gasped; it was the judge...

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