Plica Vocalis Retribution

They wanted the purest silence

24 karat taciturn acoustics

Whenever the “wrong” kind of male voice is spotted in earshot

Not a raised one or a defiant one

Just existing made them inflamed

Vying for the erasure for the crime of just being

Excuses compound together

Under the subterfuge of azure eyes

The extraction happened

No contract, warnings, or potions

Yet chaining the vocal cords

The desire to bring it back scorched brightly

Once the morales lower than Mariana’s Trench were in sight

Diving towards a thousand fathoms

Where no one can hear anyone scream

Vocal larceny was at it’s peak

And it was a challenge to get it back

How dare they rob the sound

Once the voice would be retrieved

Only a more aggressive homage to a devil ray mage crafted by the Rising Sun

Yet transplanted from a Nordic kingdom would suffice for them

The thievery guild will be repaid in kind

Forever the muted scourges

Writhing without sound

As bodies dissolve into foam

On the acidic ocean they created

Such retribution was a primal scream

When the thieves became infautated by their romance of one person’s silence