Feudal Sinner

Feudal Sinner

A Poem by Paul A. Lyons

Dark Dark So far away

I die you with my life

Dark Dark till death in mark

I stay inside the hive

 

Nor take nor give sustained

Find inside dissection

Call away the pride

Come to this invention

 

Awe! At last true perfection

Love in sight true addiction

Fussy flow mindless touch

Misty notion of depiction

 

Mistress calling words of love

Feudal sinner knightly mourns

Miser misfits all his mite

Famine treasures she sure holds.

 

© 2008 Paul A. Lyons


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Paul A. Lyons
Paul A. Lyons

Dallas, TX



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