The Jester and Delilah
The jester made a gesture
To the queen of Aberdeen
A soulful crave
A willing knave
His passion could be seen
DeLilah Grace McGahee
She wears the wounds of war
Her heart she gave
A love to save
And offers up no more
Said the jester to DeLilah
I can see your eyes are blue
A smile she gave
Unto the knave
These blues can see through you
DeLilah if I cannot lie
Nor can I spare the gloom
For mine have seen
What lies between
The shadows and the doom
Said DeLilah to the jester
I can almost see your pain
Came what would be
All that could be
Came a life of toil in vain
Said the jester No DeLilah
I can hardly see myself
Not I who swore
To love no more
Her heart upon a shelf
Not I who bears her battle scars
And reigns on Aberdeen
Not I DeLilah
Grace McGahee
Raving blue eyed queen
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
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