Feigned Devotion
ah, love, the lies thou speaketh now
tell tales upon thy character
of darkness hidden ’neath green eyes
and evil dripping from thy tongue
lay not beside me evermore
and proffer warmth of wanton flesh
which kens not truth of any sort
yet holds my soul as it were bound
from out this bed of dreary dream
and recollections far too sweet
oh, that the reaper, grim and cold
might whisk away this saddened wretch
to ride the waves of joyful bliss
upon some fiery comet’s tail
there cross ten thousand galaxies
far, far beyond thy fearful grasp
annul thee now thy sweet charade
the horrid truth of mirthless soul
entangled legs and arms belie
thy body’s feigned devotion here
Copyright © William Lamebull | Year Posted 2010
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