With lantern strung high on a pike
I searched for an Empress of poetic might
Whose symphonic verse
Both elongated and terse
Would meld all the muses into one
Beauty tipping from the tip of her tongue
Scented in roses she’d carefully grown
A flower no gardener could own
And seeing the vile and valiant in all people
Thus never seeking saviors, only equals
Awash in wisdom that attracts locusts of love
And shining nay shimmering like a lantern from above
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
With lantern strung high on a pike
I searched for an Empress of poetic might
Whose symphonic verse
Both elongated and terse
Would meld all the muses into one
Beauty tipping from the tip of her tongue
Scented in roses she’d carefully grown
A flower no gardener could own
And seeing the vile and valiant in all people
Thus never seeking saviors, only equals
Awash in wisdom that attracts locusts of love
And shining nay shimmering like a lantern from above
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