The Patron's Letter
A manuscript of gold,
Written in crimson nectar.
Are now fastened in tears so cold,
That even love silenced in freezing hell may stir.
For a manuscript of gold,
That never reached its crimson queen.
Will never be able to tell of a patron’s undying love.
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2010
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