Julia Barnard

Sofia’s love was like a viking as she tore apart She grappled with her demons as she swept each basking heart A gangster fairy tale betrothed upon her arm A fleeting evening and a trip out of the dark Four hundred dollar bills as token of your love The glamour and the fame; the glitter and the game If one could bear the grime and snare Of the homestead that she came to bare You would still pay for her charm