Stone-still she lay by, he
knew she wept, eyes waking;
light quiver by her head,
his hand's light
Strange, low sobs shake the common
bed, so-called with sharp surprise,
mute snakes strangled gaping.
Midnight makes muffled
Pulse. Moveless from head
to feet of heavy measure, vain
regret for years black, dead,
the blank wall
Scrawled. Seen effigies might be
sculptured upon the tomb, the
sword between marriage,
severs the wish for all.
(c) 2008-09 Mark A. Douglas - All Rights Reserved
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