Disemboweled beauty sleeps; a blend of broken
dreams and fateful tears. Preserved upon your
brows a frown; though stars perturbed refuse to
burn. What legends are buried abaft those eyes?
I sense betrayal upon touching your cheek. Oh
death so pale upon your lips; like storm around
thus laboring ships.
Lest sorrow forbids to heed your tale; no mortal
tongue could have pain expressed. I fathom thus
struggle of harrowed escape; the regrets of choice
and lethal mistakes. What men of lore are these?
Who refuse the right to stumble, fall and perish.
I bid your heart not trouble its peace; begrudging
thus power of Rome or Greece.
Lo! propelling nature to atone;
Moonlight on her virtue shone.
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