Lindsay WarchildA Poem by Johannes FahrionLindsay Warchild Oh, Lindsay Warchild, too soon and lost. My remorse was stilled, But at what cost? The dare fed, doubled. My heart torn, troubled. By flesh, bone and mind, your beauty shorn, unkind. Blue, you have paled. In darkness, mercy sailed. Red, in wretched reckoning. My partial deed, beckoning. My Lindsay Warchild, there, quickly departed. Oh, Lindsay Warchild, sweet and cold, the tombstone tells a lie. My wife, my love, so bittersweet, your spirit will never die. Oh Lindsay! I’ve undone myself. The green pallor will fade from view. Your head rests silent upon my shelf. Its prominence met by few. - Johannes Fahrion © 2021 Johannes Fahrion |
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Added on October 3, 2021 Last Updated on October 3, 2021 AuthorJohannes FahrionSan Antonio, TXAboutI live in several of the writing craft arenas. I'm yet unpublished, but quite honestly I haven't done a bloody thing to market myself. It seems I should initiate the foreplay now. So, I write books, s.. more..Writing
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