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She Walked Beneath A Copse of Star
She Walked beneath a copse of star
The angel of my gothic dreams
Of all that ever filled man’s heart
She was merely queen
Like Helen who in troy of old
Needed not a throne
But with a smile made the world
A footstool of her own
Beyond a sea of Persian sands
Where unicorns have roam’d
The secrets which make man man
In her name I’ve finally known
Sweet sorrow and the summer rain
That falls upon the smouldered plain
There is beauty that is gained
In but the power of thy name
The angel of my gothic dreams
Of all that ever filled man’s heart
She was merely queen
Like Helen who in troy of old
Needed not a throne
But with a smile made the world
A footstool of her own
Beyond a sea of Persian sands
Where unicorns have roam’d
The secrets which make man man
In her name I’ve finally known
Sweet sorrow and the summer rain
That falls upon the smouldered plain
There is beauty that is gained
In but the power of thy name
Published 9th Nov 2021
Author's Note
Somewhere out there is my dream woman, She has name and a face more beautiful and powerful than Helen of Troy. And I want to make her famous.
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9th Nov 2021 1:28pm
Great job with this ... love the slant rhymes ... nice flow ... timeless feel about it ...
11th Nov 2021 2:31pm
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