Klaus And The Noose Poem by Monarchist Oleg

Hearts racing forth and back
Pulse jumping up and down
Her breast rocking smoothly
The silent hum upon her ears
A jam for her soul to sooth.
Steadily setting her feet
Part from part
Leaping away to the dark
From his light of heart churning affection for her.
Her tunneling his core with torment,
Ever after thus came in silhouettes
Shadows and images of him slithering around her
Cornered and bound,
Of what remained from
what was Klaus
is cotton up his nose
With her on a noose