Filling her with
grain fed charm,
caviar, of the finest, grade
schooling in tanks,
raised with viper sharks
waters, depths,
came with cruel scars.
A barons, riches
a secret delight,
every smile, a fatal bite!
so tipsy, yet so mild
a bleeding wound!
finding, plenty of dying room.
A ceasing triumph!
a lighted hour
upon a path, of thorns
each, ere of envy scorned.
Black, the colour
of a day,
illusions, no wasted time
handsome, moments
gazed, from flourished fields
a dragons den,
pinched, with needless.
Flying,
an arrogant sky
sweet drops of shine,
ending, without care
penny-less amusements
of despair.
Charm! charm! awaits
lying in thunder
where carriages,
clip! clop! across, pebble lanes
no-one ever gets to go home
while another, crop of grain, is sown.
Midnight shadows strike!
we are starving,
the party groans! ..
Charm! charm! .
bring more bread,
the angels, have all flown away! ...
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