JezebelA Poem by Rac7helThe only vowel I used is E. Boo-yah! This was really hard, I recommend trying it!
Jezebel reflects, remembers,
pens her sweetest verses-- never tends neglected embers, etches perfect tercets. Her pen remembers, the slender pews were then red velvet dressed. She’d spent endless vespers there, sheltered, free, blessed. The elders there, they’d served her well, when she’d left the streets. Yet ere she’d wed, she swelled. The wench, the temptress, dwelled between the bedsheets. Thence, even the Reverend jeered, “Serpent, we beseech thee… Repent! Else we’ll decree, be ended here!” She fell, she knelt, expressed regret, yet they were hellbent, vehement. Even when she wept, she’d been expelled. Every letter thence she’d spelled reserved, repressed her secret. She’d never tell. She kept the Reverend’s secret. © 2010 Rac7hel |
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2 Reviews Added on August 15, 2010 Last Updated on August 15, 2010 AuthorRac7helNew Orleans, LAAboutI'm Rachel, more commonly known as Rac7hel around these here internets. I write pretty poetry and take pretty pictures... I try my damnedest to play pretty music. I do other stuff but I'll save that f.. more..Writing
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