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Somewhere in a distant land
the Princess of poetry writes once more.....
Beauty can not endure the consequences of an ugly heart
Be in peace my Poetic Princess
Thy enemy has departed
and removed his dark figure from your door
what with other worlds for him to conquer
more important than yours ever were.
He's fallen in love
and he's busy rejoicing.
Hear his graveled voice as he sings.
Take flight now
with your own pretty sonnet,
as he won't be bothering you 'Nevermore'.
His Raven like wings have been clipped and
his sharp talons are pre-occupied
with exhausting toil.
His mind full of colorful crayons
the lovely colors he never really learned to use.
He's occupied by her image
as he scribbles out his lack luster
thoughts of love for his new prize
provoking black and white.
In response to which she writes
'How nice, How Sweet you are to me'
She binds him to his words with flattering hugs.
He's harmless now, much more likened
to a kitten than a tiger.
He is thirsty for the nectar of her kisses
and not your precious blood.
De-clawed and toothless he is no longer ruthless
and has been deemed almost acceptable
for human consumption
which may be the greatest irony of all.
So go in peace my lovely maiden
be reposed in knowing that as of today
your perfect verse has been spared.
May your quill take flight
with the beauty of your lovely spirit
now that he's in love with his enemies.
Here's praying even he be spared.......
Copyright © 2007 Ted G. Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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