The Elect Lady
The Elect Lady
~“Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven in earth hath
become hell as woman scorn. The poison
of asps drips forth of her tongue…her honeycomb
hath dried…
Life sourest as wine gone foul of sweet fermenting.
Amiss of love, a strong delusion of her was chosen, ere
her love of truth. Loose the yoke, chaotic,
psychosis, Pharaoh let her people go.”~
For and in Honor of Wandering Butterfly
And Contest: Romeo and Juliet; How tragic is Love
Copyright © John Freeman | Year Posted 2011
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