No More Carnaged Tongue In Cheek... Poem by Michael Gale

Persuit and perish inside Widowed Hall...
B'still the 'morrow of well traversed fall.
Begin and end my journeys one call...
Alas! , alas! , my standard stall.

Rope's length tilts at spaced out sight...
Tended strength beside my might.
Stranded and lost of hallow will...
Beset and laid to duty's swill.

Lanterns burn all unhallowed hour...
Life regrets to all but over.
I'd left my heart to tear it's fix...
No more beateth hour till half past six.

No more carnaged tongue in cheek...
No more vision of lastly we speak.
Our unraveled lives lessons fell of thought...
I tried to grasp and grab less brought.

Naught alas, alas, doth pained equipt...
Thy poisoned ring done pricked and dipped thee sipped.
Haughty but naughty are babes of lust...
I died at nine all dreamt, no trust.