Eclipse of mounting pedigree
The price of half a smile
Will traditions haunt my memory
But name their daughter vile?
A hammer on my legacy
A curse on both my house
Cast by dying breath, though fate
Might whisper different muse
Why must my love throw daggers
Through handsome smile, cloved
That sipped, may cure extremities
Though poison overload
And lying in this stone-cold tomb
This house of my betroth
And wedded to the clay I lie
Knife, through love, be drove.
YOU ARE READING
Corners of my Mind
Poetry~ Candles glow and ebb But in my heart a fire roars Never to be quenched ~ This is a book of my poetry.
