Amongst the Shadows
There amongst the shadows,
a masterful elucidation
of melancholic glee.
While the winds of change
take hold of thee, for
the splendor and eyes
of every many.
For the gentle whore
whose troubles woe,
perchance a cup
of pennyroyal tea.
For upon the throne
of harlotry, a gentle
courtship, spoken
cordially a many
young man. . . "of
thee, plenty. . . ."
Copyright © Trevor Morse | Year Posted 2006
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