Feudal SinnerA Poem by Paul A. LyonsDark Dark So far away I die you with my life Dark Dark till death in mark I stay inside the hive Nor take nor give sustained Find inside dissection Call away the pride Come to this invention Awe! At last true perfection Love in sight true addiction Fussy flow mindless touch Misty notion of depiction Mistress calling words of love Feudal sinner knightly mourns Miser misfits all his mite Famine treasures she sure holds.
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