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A Portrait of My Muse
A brush with Death though we paint separate pictures
His, a sudden serenity, and mine is always yours
The Maestro preens his wings
With a cold, methodical plan
How to enlist Death's services is the only answer he'll demand
But a weakness is shown when that blade is delayed
By an organ that plays the emotion that stayed
- for Emily Ellen English -
*another of my older works*
His, a sudden serenity, and mine is always yours
The Maestro preens his wings
With a cold, methodical plan
How to enlist Death's services is the only answer he'll demand
But a weakness is shown when that blade is delayed
By an organ that plays the emotion that stayed
- for Emily Ellen English -
*another of my older works*
Published 28th Sep 2010
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Anonymous
29th Sep 2010 8:39pm
The final couplet is just beautiful. Pure poetry, right there.
2nd Oct 2010 9:15pm
"and mine is always yours" *sigh*. and once again echoes of Jack, yes, the last two lines nail it. [:
