Le Lys dans la vallée (Noblesse oblige)A Poem by Fear Loveshort poem.Scorn has scarred my heart and left me helpless. My eyes through black, the thick cent of blood in the air, the taste in my mouth and my bare feet through puddles, i am numb, though between gusts the scent of my childhood drifts away. pray for me my love, for what else can save me? Who else will seek my retribution? There's never any chivalry in a meaningless death.
© 2011 Fear LoveAuthor's Note
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