Such a fool I was.
Under eyes laced in Cognac did she slip from my hands.
Caring not for the fate of my kin.
Holiness has since then been such a wasted effort.
A chance to beginning again would be such holiness.
Fool!
Old minds such as I should know not to beseech a phantom!
Our great bond has been tarnished by the cost of lessening struggles.
Let my own body perish in place of the girls.
I care not for myself, should my joy by day and night be taken.
Water rises to neck and soon my throat and lungs are filled.
All my problems are subsided by my daughters cry in Hell.
Such a fool I was...
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In The Muck: A Collection of Anagrams
PoetryThis collection of random ballads I strung together using anagrams is a fun and unique read for those interesting in, well... everything!
