As the rays of the lady Sun
SHINE,
Oh, shine on us
No roquelaure with a hood
Quiet,
Nival that once stood,
No title undisturbed
Or protected, thus
Can save you, nor us,
As your mermaid-leman
Unleashed a sleepy deamon
From the darkest night
That shines now so bright,
So bright,
Not even a knight of your height
Will steek this plight!
Oh, the slaver in the park
– Sleep!
And never wake up,
Not even for a peep
Craved by the knight,
Day and night,
Not any more,
As the Sun sends its rays
Justly bright.
Categories:
roquelaure, judgement, political,
Form: Free verse