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Kelsey Lindstrom Poem
It was the darkest of nights,
When Sir Chase lay alone.
His drug cravings getting the better of him
He hastily busts out a Garfield-sized rip
While Lady Kelsey withers away
In her dungeon comprised of boonies
and the party queen's children
Dragging her to the depths of despair
Her only light the text message
From her savior, Sir Chase.
Fair maiden, will thou join me?
Let's get wonderfully, irrevocably
Higher than a kite.
Say goodbye to your queen
And her bratlings. Come out with me.
Let's make our way to a magical place.
The Land of Good Time,
We've heard so much about it
Shrug off your burdens, enjoy this night.
Don't argue if it feels right.
Leave your cares at the castle
We will be back there tomorrow.
My silver chariot is waiting
To take us to paradise, to a mystical
place of White. Snow, snow, everywhere
It's a winter wonderland for you and I.
He holds out his hand with a tempting smile
And I take it, utterly oblivious
To the chasm of disaster
I stare in the face.
Copyright © Kelsey Lindstrom | Year Posted 2011
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