Simon Herbert Poet Rhyme

My Golden Child

In the furnace of her belly deep
The makers spell is cast 
My Golden Child is set to sleep
'til mother shines her last

Only through her deathly leap
My child comes to pass
My Golden Child to make you weep 
With craving wanton grasp

She's a heart breaking
Bitter mistress 
My Golden Child is hypnotizing 
Such dazzling beauty you can't resist
You can't resist my Golden Child 

In her reflected glow your hearts go weak
A white flag up the mast
My golden child you'll want to reap
Seductive poison passed

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Skat A January 28, 2016 at 10:27 AM Simon, A great pleasure to find and read the inspiration poured from your pen today. Love ** SKAT **

Poet Destroyer A October 17, 2012 at 1:12 PM Hello Simon, wow... the beginning of your poem sounds like a safe house of surrender. Your poem is sweet till and pass arrival. Thank you for sharing your wonderfulness through poetry, take care :-) PD