There may be snakes in the bush
I cautioned her.
This place she said *you chose,
it's you brought me this far*.
The lone grazing horse
cast us its saddest glance
filled with dark remorse
for the tethered neck and all the lost chance.
The weeded palace was palled in gloom
till lit a spark lovers' entwined arm
the king must have loved in this room
white satin on cold night bed warmed.
Roofless we moved not when came the rain
not let go what for long was kept walled
the horse knowingly neighed for what was to happen
in that paradise of an undying make believe world!
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
There may be snakes in the bush
I cautioned her.
This place she said *you chose,
it's you brought me this far*.
The lone grazing horse
cast us its saddest glance
filled with dark remorse
for the tethered neck and all the lost chance.
The weeded palace was palled in gloom
till lit a spark lovers' entwined arm
the king must have loved in this room
white satin on cold night bed warmed.
Roofless we moved not when came the rain
not let go what for long was kept walled
the horse knowingly neighed for what was to happen
in that paradise of an undying make believe world!
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