To A.B.

I wonder why you wouldn’t let me go,Why haunt me through the darkened space?I wonder why you follow high and low,The past I can’t wholeheartedly embrace?.. My headless queen of pain and woe,My queen of scorn, reproach and hate,You’re always there, too bitter and aloneTo fight again with your dark fate. Your eyes still followContinue reading “To A.B.”

Bring up the bodies

Bring up the bodies,The hour is nigh,Bring up the charges,The papers and spikes. Bring up the bodies,The lovers, the Queen,Bring up the charges,So rarely seen Bring up the bodies-No one will objectBring up the charges,The words to inspect. Bring up the bodies,Obey your good kingBring up the charges-He’s there, in the wings. Bring up theContinue reading “Bring up the bodies”

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