The Lay of the Last Dark Prince
The Lay of The Last Dark Prince
Slithering to her madness still,
Darkness still reigned over his sill,
He gathered to her insanity,
Conversing gnashing tongues won't flee,
Spitting compliments from the dark,
To one with a large forehead mark,
Holding on to hell with his hand,
He refuses good with a stand,
Shimmering Cimmerian shade,
Holding hands with his one dark maid,
Fighting all that is good and light,
He remains with her through that night,
She lays down her final dark prince,
Failed Gods spiritual rinse,
Sunset with real love awaits,
Two christian spirits, true soulmates.
Copyright © Dawn Gordon | Year Posted 2011
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