Ode to the Parlor Grays…

Ode to the Parlor Grays…

A Poem by Marlowe147

Death will win this game we play

Love and what is more

But who would suspect sweet, innocent Love

is Death’s chilled funeral floor

For morgues are filled

like hearts are full

O Death, we do adore

Headstone daisies dance with the air

For Love and what is more

© 2010 Marlowe147


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Added on April 25, 2010
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