Reyna;
If I dieth in the fire
Tuck me in Corinthian attire;
If mine lung's, shalt faileth and succumb
To the pitch black dusk, wherein their is no sun.
Reyna;
If mine eye's rolleth back
Put oriental pennies on them, to floateth down thy river.
If mine brawn doth frail
Be sure to giveth away mine treasure's.
Giveth charity to the poor man
Underneath I/75 bridge.
Mine spirit shalt be watching over thee
And ourn abode of bliss.
Reyna;
Just in case the morn doth not make it
I just wanted to telleth thee, thou art mine queen, and mine basis.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
Reyna;
If I dieth in the fire
Tuck me in Corinthian attire;
If mine lung's, shalt faileth and succumb
To the pitch black dusk, wherein their is no sun.
Reyna;
If mine eye's rolleth back
Put oriental pennies on them, to floateth down thy river.
If mine brawn doth frail
Be sure to giveth away mine treasure's.
Giveth charity to the poor man
Underneath I/75 bridge.
Mine spirit shalt be watching over thee
And ourn abode of bliss.
Reyna;
Just in case the morn doth not make it
I just wanted to telleth thee, thou art mine queen, and mine basis.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
