My Fair Verona

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by MadHattyr

by MadHattyr

My fair Verona, she sells apricots at the faire
She buys lemon meringues and peppermint eclairs
There were flowers in her hair, like wasps quickly fading
Blues and blacks and yellows
Dotted beneath her eyes
She would whisper to the dead
"Look alive"

My fair Verona, she sells apples for a care
Dark and juicy and beyond compare
Ebony skin and round blue eyes
And a spirit that rivaled that of the skies
The Englishmen came riding
One fateful day
Took one look at her and dared to say
"Apples, apples and apricots? Where are the peaches, the peaches and plums?"
She didn't meet their eye
"I'm afraid," she whispered "All those trees have died. Death came in the night and reaped them goodbye. So many sorrows have I weeped that I cannot cry."

My dear Verona, with her ebony skin and round blue eyes, kissed my palm
And said "Farewell."
And the wind still blows over the footprints that once lead to the faire
The faire
That is no longer there