Deluder's DelusionA Poem by LeahMake haste! Make
haste! Naught a minute to
waste! Shovel those bittersweet
coals! They be warrant for
your souls! See now! Harken
titian fields! The laborious aria it
yields; Of rancid sweat and
bloody tears, To condemn tables of
miserly meals! -Spake my spirit- Thou art of age,
twenty-six! Drunk by thine
mother’s bosom, Thou hast clasped
thine lips! Varlet! Thou most
loathsome! Thou art treacherous
scribe! Merchant of baneful
plums; Thou lyest, borne
of foul tribe! Bard of swindling
poems! -I contended myne voice- ‘Tis true yet ‘tis naught; Ye sought well to ravage, Of myne repreve from the noose! I canst no more hide and rummage; For bittersweet coals charred my bliss; And miserly meals churned my shame; Fiendish words to the earth, my kiss; Grisly tears suckle my blame; Make haste! Make haste! I shall soon come undone; For naught a minute I wasted, Dashing my foot against a stone; Alas! Alas! Of a much modest price! Be myne burial, Than of my sombre life! -Leah © 2012 Leah |
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Added on March 21, 2012 Last Updated on March 21, 2012 AuthorLeahSingaporeAboutOther sites: http://embryonicpith.deviantart.com/ http://www.facebook.com/embryonic.pith (Temporarily de-activated) " We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering b.. more..Writing
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