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- - - HE DOTH SPEAKETH - - -
And, lo, I pondered many a night
What peace God could have given
To ease the burden upon my soul
The tears could have been hindered
And the grief assuaged
For one who sought ascension
But I am burdened no more
Listened to those waggling rumors
And hear the words
"He, now, speaketh with the devil's tongue."
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 8th Dec 2015
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8th Dec 2015 8:41am
Anonymous
8th Dec 2015 10:22pm
I'm to assume that my King has found his way, or perhaps his tongue? So unlike you to pen such poems and in a shortened verse. This I will consider a trinket; it could be a long while before you pen something like this again. I love it, and you. . .always, your Devil~lyn.
14th Dec 2015 5:25am
