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DEATH DID NOT BECOME THIS MAIDEN FAIR

All along the castle walls

A deadly secret she doth keep

"Revenge”, she whispers, while he sleeps

She was once his only lady

With ivory skin and beauty fair

She fed him nectar from raven hair

 

His betrayal seared her hemorraged heart

She had warned with many a fiery stare

Thou shall not indulge in wicked fare

Be ever so watchful, do not betray

Beware, where thou heart doth leave

"Take heed" said she, “Just who thy seed deceives"

 

In her chamber dark at night, this maiden fair

Planned his demise with nectar, bitter sweet

Stirring her venomous, poison treat

Or would dagger to his heart she’d plant

Bid him die a dark and lingering death

Upon his sleeping body that she left

 

Amidst her pillaged, ravaged heart

Would this poison brew she stirred

Leave him dead without a word?

Her empty soul doth bid her tears beneath

Bringing chalice to her lips of ruby red

The poison she drank…

Left her coldly dead

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anne-p-murray-1
Irish
Published
Apr 11, 2013
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