/lit/ - Literature

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An anon in a previous thread wanted to see more from me, after I posted my "no land of mine" poem. Here's something I wrote this evening.

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To long for a time before one is born
An immortal figure perfect in form
Where love is spilled to well adorn
Golden blood on her holy throne

As long reign weigh on virtue old
Desires race her court to fold
Tarnished grace at onset sold
For temporal lust to the silver lord

Meek copper lest he condone
Free her bonds by not faith alone
In righting wrongs turn every stone
Cast thy serf to raise arms of gold

Kings and vassals to levy the soul
Fortune perish for this lofty goal
Yet those who pay will cherish the toll
For only she can her promise know

To long for a time beyond one is born
Where fatal romance withholds scorn
And should I die my life was sworn
To gilding my lady's holy throne