[Acarcion]
Hidden in shadows, lurking
Wondering what's my purpose
I promised victory
Tasted hearsay
That they say
When they’re lying
Kindness is a violence
That weakens the soul
Poisons the tribe
Colorful
Enemies behind lines
Memories and times
Cauterized in carpaces of mine
These are long moments
History awoken
Nightmares invoking
Of times now unspoken
Toking and hoping
Resting not moping
Thinking and making
Plans
Terrible and terrifying
Eyeing and spying
In a stilling silence
Sitting hidden and quiet
Waiting
Abating memories
Of times now fading
But always failing

[Ditherer]
The hatchery’s titaness:
Nurses couldn’t get her to redact the sleek chitinous
Form and each night she sits, beady eyes light with mist
Leaves on her own unhelped, the caravansary’s pilotless.
Finds a hive of bright colors and antlers
Like brothers in candor, fights other than banter forbidden
Plunder or scamper, wonders for answers
Under her standards, like hundreds of plans and rants beginnin
Hidden - a hungry pupa impelled by spite, beheld the night
Changes more than the next twelve combined
In stealth she flies and makes her own hunting ground
Dozen towns keeping the lights off on her humming rounds
Becoming proud now of feasts in the night
But in time the bleats and the cries cease to arise
They fight back, and the city that evaded escalation
Is aware of how the mutant has effaced their reputation
The councils look down on her squalid position
And squawk their opinions while lawless civilians
Come march to abolish a wall-less dominion
The citizens trust in their long-lived resilience none too brilliant
Out to the gates to seek peaceful solutions
It’s seemingly useless and reason eludes them
And each gets abusive shouts in their face
Seems Rome was indeed burned down in a day
Sounds of a fray
Heard em and she shakes as invaders attack
No one’s changing, afraid and simply slaking the axe
Slayed in their packs, she’s harmed in the street
But bites her way out with her carnivore teeth and then she makes for the path
Green goo gushing from her side, blood is in her eyes it’s
Enough to be alive, and she gets into the hatchery
Opens every eggsac she can, and quickly snatches each
Larva, but the only ones who make it are the blackest sheep
Sole survivor flies, heart cold as the gloomy night
Eggs to her chest, she’ll start over and she’ll do it right.

[Acarcion]
Wake up, cold sweat
A fleeting feeling of rusty dread
Fills my head with wailing dead
Consumed instead with plans ahead
Ponies won't know what hit’em
When I come lunar fury
Will seem pitiful barely
A thought compared to the disaster
I wrought
A simple revenge
For taking my kin
Back then and now again
But this time
My blood's boiling
A roiling acidic siege
To seize and besiege
And reave and cleaveThen mount your heads on a pike
An ending to good for the likes of you
I lack your view
Your arrogance and trickery
Faked pity
I see through your pithy
Displays trying to displace
My thoughts and rage
And its misplaced even if it's true
When you’ve been under my abuse
No words will ever change your view
The truth in tooth and nail
So forsooth you hail
And claim as a holy grail
But know I will prevail