A vagabond faints
in a wayside gutter,
a ring of scarlet patches
showing through unclean skin.
A great lord spews red froth
across a bed of linen,
as his lady watches helplessly
through a veil of tears.
A skylark sings high above
a half-ploughed field
where Piers lies choking
in the fresh cut furrows.
A harlequin sprawls
grotesquely swollen,
cap and bells twisted
in a masque of death.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 8:32 AM UTC
A vagabond faints
in a wayside gutter,
a ring of scarlet patches
showing through unclean skin.
A great lord spews red froth
across a bed of linen,
as his lady watches helplessly
through a veil of tears.
A skylark sings high above
a half-ploughed field
where Piers lies choking
in the fresh cut furrows.
A harlequin sprawls
grotesquely swollen,
cap and bells twisted
in a masque of death.
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