Foul Temptress
Think, O dagger,
held far back,
outstretched in angry arm:
Does she whimper?
Does she plead?
her eyes cry with alarm?
Quickly stab her,
thrust her back,
judge which has done more harm.
Does she whisper?
Does she plead?
Remember her false charm.
held far back,
outstretched in angry arm:
Does she whimper?
Does she plead?
her eyes cry with alarm?
Quickly stab her,
thrust her back,
judge which has done more harm.
Does she whisper?
Does she plead?
Remember her false charm.
posted by Fateduel at 10:56
1 Comments:
Lovely, really. The format is what adds so much depth to this poem. However, your last line is out of rhythm - what that intentional? If not, consider revising.
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