Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Elizabeth

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A dream of a woman in white.

The pearls against her breast

Cascading from elegant hair.

She is a modern goddess.

My fate lies in the palm of her

Loathful hand, but I speak too soon.

She seems to love me

Takes me to her chamber.

Wishes to see every part of me…

Before she lets the executioner’s axe

Fall where hours before her rose lips

Suckled.

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Written by barryr22

August 8, 2010 at 12:26 am

Posted in Poetry

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