(revised)

From sensationalism bleeds history.
Are these twins to blame?
Their movements freeze the frame.
Formatting the worse.
Feeding, milking a curse,
All in the avarice of news,
Be it here. We lose.

Each the lending of the inane,
Could one ever imagine, even ascertain?
Heedlessly, coercing the haunting fate.
An image. desiccated, fermented in law, disguised as rights,
Creating the evil of that night…

Rainbows in life a new.
The riches of gold, the honors bestowed upon you.
Amidst the royal titles to ladies of more,
You, as none before.
Forever, shall we each adore.