Monday 28 September 2009

The lady with the viel

I would be surprised, if you don't feel "what shit is he smoking", after reading this.


Oldest and the most veracious of my acquaintances;
She pierced into this world, from my consciousness.
With unfailing devotion and belligerent adherence;
She is the eternal allegiant of my solitary existence.


From my mother's lap to my lady love's embrace;
Every moment was spent under her callous gaze.
In a black robe and a white veil covering her face;
She glides past me, bequeathing me to desolation.

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