Poor Mary

¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ Mary ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ with weeping eyes
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ gave ¦¦¦ birth,
And ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ friends, laid her in earth.
If any of them, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ shed a tear;
Or ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ possess a gem
¦¦¦ dear ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ as this to them,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ perhaps ¦¦¦ thy return
May'st find thy Darling in an urn.

(Blackout of Epitaph On the Lady Mary Villiers by Thomas Carew)

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Ink Empress

August 5, 2026 at 2:16 PM

Even in this form you tend to know how to flow so well! Well I think... its the editor in you! You dash out and pick the right ones! Cus you have the eye for it linnersz! Well done! Keep doing this form! Its fun! Brain exercise! And also one that is tricky and only few can nail and do it so seamlessly! Sending you light always ~