A man comes out of the shadows,
as so it goes.
Held his fist to the doe,
Her money, you know.
“I’ve only but a rose,
one of friendship despite my woes.”
And with that rose she choked.
Like Porphyria’s lover,
coaxed.
Soft mane of death,
like a thorn to the chest.
Only the rose of amity saw the rest.
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 7:57 PM UTC
A man comes out of the shadows,
as so it goes.
Held his fist to the doe,
Her money, you know.
“I’ve only but a rose,
one of friendship despite my woes.”
And with that rose she choked.
Like Porphyria’s lover,
coaxed.
Soft mane of death,
like a thorn to the chest.
Only the rose of amity saw the rest.
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