Duchess Of Norfolk Poem by Folayemi Akande

Duchess Of Norfolk



Beneath her face resides black awful grim
unveil her lids and see many joyful corpse.

Pearls and gold, that all, she hath ever had
But none could ever fetch her only need.

Often a gilded heart do warms endear
But of the loin ones gladly do ignore.

She, an heiress to life's troubled sundries
Once a damsel, etheareal, dainty face
Cannot fake a smile without a straineous grim.

She mogues the day's remnant in her dark mind
Weigh her cheeks and see worn and heavy tears.

Be not deceived by her bright, laughing lips
For rose the red have sourly purple turned.

Many decades of groan she hath mogued
And never a shoulder to pat her tears
Nor a man to still her weary, blur mind.

In her lone, mourns a Duke she ever had
Even her sleep can bear it nevermore.

But worn is her time with no child or man
Will rubbies except turn and make her bride?
For only her riches do men embrace.

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