Long ago came to me a vision,
Left onto my craving a deep incision;
The face to my smile did befit,
Glory from a sensuous silhouette;
Emanated from within her bosom the light so divine,
Sweetened my flowing sorrow so saline;
Caressed the hollowness inside,
Voided the melancholy beside;
From the darkest niches to an enlightened life,
She carried me to my last strife;
The strife to survive and deign my inner despot,
To appease the uncouth soul embracing harlot;
A thought like a wound so morbid,
Turning the valiant dauntless so turbid;
The vision a form of celestial demeanour,
My pains alleviated by the ethereal paramour.
Poetic Injustice --- The myriad me, in myriad ways,
and myriad words, in myriad lays.
To stay, to sway, to the new glory,
to my past allay....
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