William R. Suda III Poems

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1.
The Holy Lance

Their souls will ever dance,
As they kiss the Holy Lance;
With lips that touch and go in delight;
Not daring to imagine their might.
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2.
The Tryst

The Shade's hand beckons,
'Tis time enow for me,
With truths and deeds unreckoned:
To delay the tryst.
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