It amazes how quickly I put Sauron and Cruel together for Inktober's 11th prompt. I'm really proud of the composition for this one actually. A lot of effort went into this one. As for the poem, I wanted something unexpected. Inspired by Williams' plums poem. Below is the transcription:
how twisted are the branches
inside you? how dark
is the sickness oozing
from your wretched pores?
how can you live with
yourself? knowing that
you ate the whole box
of chocolates without
giving her a single
taste. for shame.
'Cruel'