MAGNUS KING Poems

O fair Lady
Pretty as heaven
colored like coffee
Smiling like the new moon
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I have long admired in quiet solitude
The crying voice of lightning
Lodged within my inmost being
The shadows of laughter reversed in the fire
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Death is a serpent and an armed thief of beauty
Many are his victims slain to sleep by his evil claw
Plunder as his motive through lies by charming all
Yet this evil athlete does not stand nor stay pretty
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I sat down searching for the lost ring of my future
In the mines of the earth, a stone of my presence
The golden lady of youth; my cherished silence
Deep down in the wells of my heart lays her picture
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O fair Lady
Pretty as heaven
Colored as coffee
Smiling like the new moon
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The sky has an eye
The walls have ears
The earth has a mouth
And the wind do have feelings
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The quiet storms
The ancient drums
The heated warmth
Of your arms
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Kings and servants
But mine is give and take
Pain to pleasure
And pleasures to horror
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I'm laying here on this restful nest
Thinking. No, flying back into time
My ancestor of admiration on the shores of a peaceful sleep
The one that won't pay my service
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My pretty little beloved Cuz
My tree of love still blossom because
We both love the beauty of sermon
That lives in Moriah and dwells in Zion
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