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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "The Wanton Rapture Blazing" I hear you in the ribbons that sing tied to poles of gallantry where charged with acts of misadventure love carried me to your walls, I wrote on them then, as I do now to trace each mark, each a scar on the other's groove penned, a key for the turning buried deep in a forgotten heart revenge does not exist there, it lies in state numbed on the boundaries where ruined territories whisper, best buried never to be found again, what judgement made you misadventure, to seek me here, standing on the other side of inside out exposed, with my runes tempting futures with an inner fortune split and rendered aligned with waning moon, we call to each other like loons, you seem to be full of the Icarus waxing lyrical, billowed you, approaching the all seeing I, your valentine downfall, the wanton rapture blazing (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) Valentines Day “Bayonne”/ Elysian Fields https://youtu.be/6XSekP_8Gp8 Inspired by Petrarch’s “To Make A Graceful Act of Revenge” https://petrarch.petersadlon.com/canzoniere.html?poem=2 Petrarch (Francesco Petrarca, 1304 -1374) Philospher, Poet https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petrarch LYRICS/ “Bayonne”, Elysian Fields https://genius.com/Elysian-fields-bayonne-lyrics As the undertow is pulling me down With your cross examination I'm receding in the teeth of your plow But I won't dig my own grave As you're twisting every word that I say There's a snare in the forest Under brush where you want me to play But I won't dig my own grave
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