Shallow knights on sallow steeds
Gallop wildly toward their needs
Unkempt, they choose, no other course
Hollow deeds of no remorse
Brazen they, unwilling maiden
Waylay, subject, deface safe haven
Of primal need, to sanction fill
Plunder callous, sorrow nil
A windswept ‘more’, a day forbade
A quest so dire, an escapade
****** is sealed, advance be done
Oh coward man, ruthless one
A heart of weep, a claim of story
The night is dubbed to shame his glory
Subdued grief that claims the mourn
A page of innocence, abruptly torn
A shallow night of darkness deed
Now owes a debt of karma bleed …
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
Shallow knights on sallow steeds
Gallop wildly toward their needs
Unkempt, they choose, no other course
Hollow deeds of no remorse
Brazen they, unwilling maiden
Waylay, subject, deface safe haven
Of primal need, to sanction fill
Plunder callous, sorrow nil
A windswept ‘more’, a day forbade
A quest so dire, an escapade
****** is sealed, advance be done
Oh coward man, ruthless one
A heart of weep, a claim of story
The night is dubbed to shame his glory
Subdued grief that claims the mourn
A page of innocence, abruptly torn
A shallow night of darkness deed
Now owes a debt of karma bleed …
This write was inspired by watching the televison adaptation of Tess of the d’Urbervilles.
“A Pure Woman” by Thomas Hardy.
