Fell off a chariot dragging a horse
And Jupiter's eye is falling off course
But these kinds of omen they worry me none
For deep down we know I am Zeu's son.
Whispers began to sound as Romeo paced around.
Everyone in place though Juliet is nowhere to be found.
Oh Juliet! He moaned. Where art thou?
What happened to the words? Your so called vow?
Mr. E cowardly grins beneath the threshold.
Tasting the moment before it gets old.
Few couples of lions arose as they drew amongst the few,
So valiantly proud, though not at all through.
So let us go back,
Back in the day
Where men held their women
With chains so they'd stay.
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Ghost Poetry
PoetryA book of poems and short stories. A conscious crisis about heartbreak, madness, carnal sin, and the promise of liberation.
