Tearborne
Imperial heiress waving the dry handkerchief,
how flows your infectious desires ...
spreading oh so much malignant sawdust grief
Holding darkly the pestilent flame
closely to the pox-tinted looking glass
Scorch thy self-acclaimed name
into the pantheon sky of kingdoms past
See thy haughty visage
lunar bathing in a global sea of misery
Bane ebb a crescent smile
to those lip drowning in blind naïvete
Ere watch as evaporated hope
ascend into the void
Weak-hearted souls can’t cope,
tainted air carries
that woebegone noise
Flagging trust died
when plague stricken eyes
were tearborne
Doused immunity cried
when vaunted shoreline pride
heard the dirge horn
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