The day you were born mirth and wild
Mire is the bosom in yuletide
Her charm lend the chariot and thee enthroned
In clod through autumn, loved thy brethren a hundredfold
In flabby step she lend a pearty hoist,
A shabby cloth in cold
The kernel and wheat she host
She hailed thee in sublime repose
Her veins draws the life line,
Her winks thy rest
Her breath you breathed
Her skin's abode
She's dying in thy arms
Gnawing with goodbyes
As she gasp for air
Vengeance is not her pride
Her life in crescent cycles
Through centuries her pain imbued
pain in subtle yearnings
What love is it from her brood
The kiss of death subdued
Knurl thorned, last kiss on her head
Pierced lived in crimson hue
He who kissed, thyself betrayed
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