Word came that Bloom Malloy was Dead


Word came that Bloom Malloy was dead, and how the joy rang out! With one less monster in the world, there too would be less doubt. The ones he sent to early graves would be at peace at last. Yet not all shared this viewpoint, once they looked back to the past.


            Though evil acts were clearly his, some thought his reason good, just ruining those truly bad, like any good man would. Soon came the papers from the state, of other evil deeds, these placed upon the backs of those he ground beneath his steeds.


            Some call him vile, others pure, but only two men know, and neither side, lost in the noise, notes the children in the snow.


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