Our Becket.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA tribute to the lovely "Assistant Becket" - an assistant to Anne Rice and a natural force all his own!A towering hope of feelings splashed in time, Holy men show the way for his soul to bathe, In light and prayer to live in quiet contemplation, A man to high in smarts to let down and fade.
Clever times and luck do pass among men often, A woman of strength and power casts a delightful eye, On Becket our most prized obsession and man, Gleeful are we people of the page we no longer sigh.
© 2013 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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