50 Words For Poe: Doppleganger
"50 Words for Poe: Doppleganger"
Dearest Lily,
It has been some months now that you have been Silent
there has been an episode at the Asylum
I wander how you fare.
Fox Glove has escaped this time
in the season of heat,
when July passed,
another replaces her cell -
they call him the
Terror Fell
Scary as Hell.
I shall forever be in your debt
your letters enthralled me, kept me wet.
My task is to monitor them all,
this is not over yet
not by a long shot
over yet.
Sickert has asked me to tea,
says he wants to muse me.
I do worry about you -
is your favourite colour,
still vibrant?
You know,
that purest shade of
Mary Mother of God Blue?
Truly, I do worry what has become of you.
Wolf is on the run
and there is the question
asked in blood –
a payment of debt
which, as you know,
is never any fun.
Out in the cold again, I fear,
no point to fret, is there my dear?
The patients place their bets.
The keepers hold their threats.
Do contact me soon.
I am over
the sad cyrpt-kept buffoons.
Yours always,
forever,
not wearing Blue.
then again, in the end,
no fair weather friend -
well, in the circumstances,
the very warmest,
the very kindest,
let's put all that shizz behind us,
regards...
You-Know-Who,
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r21Qza6vadU
Garbage/Bleed Like Me
“And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, came from Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead
Came two young lovers lately wed;
'I am half sick of shadows,' said
The Lady of Shalott.”
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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