misStitledA Poem by Amata LunaMind no more
misStitled Tell me not you foolish knave•Your ravings exhaust me to the point of this craze• Lead me not to anything that you please•Your ramblings do had me nothing but sneers• Let not your musings be noise in my ear• Lest this dragon breathe its fire and consume you as being• Let the broken glass go and the shattered pieces there• Lest you pick them up and bloody cut yourself• Never test a spring too hot or not to be still• Dip into the water and you’ll know the answer; feel! •If you are fish brained and stubborn for that I can’t say•For a battle against the witless would a waste of worthless schemes•Twist the facts I’m the villain, yes that’s what you did•A rogue, a knave, a hog my mind can think• Did I let my guard down at your feet? •Did you crush my heart to bits? •Nay don’t assume you ageless, dimless wit•It’s your tongue not your ear who makes you•Your lies that made you ill•So mind no more of talking to this widow•A spider’s deadly: kill! •
Amata Luna © 2012 Amata LunaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 17, 2012 Last Updated on May 17, 2012 Tags: random, life, inspiration, riddle AuthorAmata LunaAboutI write when something brings me to it. I write when somebody pushes me into it. I write when things are sad and when things are not. I write when I'm inspired. To inspire, I write. To share is to wri.. more..Writing
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