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Night's Illusion
a quatern
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My suffering is not for sale!
Why is your sense of courtly love
to torture me beyond the pale?
My protest, neutered, by your pride
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My tongue, the stallion that you ride
To mock the semblance of true love!
In life, your gentle heart behooves
But in my dreams, you dominate
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My flesh is roasting on your grate.
My masculinity, subdued,
In dreamscape proffered, just because
Your warmth of love, compares not to
The night’s illusion, pain thereof!
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My suffering is not for sale!
Why is your sense of courtly love
to torture me beyond the pale?
My protest, neutered, by your pride
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My tongue, the stallion that you ride
To mock the semblance of true love!
In life, your gentle heart behooves
But in my dreams, you dominate
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My flesh is roasting on your grate.
My masculinity, subdued,
In dreamscape proffered, just because
Your warmth of love, compares not to
The night’s illusion, pain thereof!
Published 10th Feb 2019
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- Edited 23rd Feb 2019 12:45pm
10th Feb 2019 2:13pm
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10th Feb 2019 3:44pm
10th Feb 2019 6:53pm
I love when this side of you comes out. Limericks just don't do you justice Reggie!! Amazing work!
11th Feb 2019 11:00pm
Well done, my friend, this is the first Quatern I’ve seen from you - am I right? Best wishes in the competition, Reggie.
11th Feb 2019 11:52pm
11th Feb 2019 11:57pm
