Crown of thorns.
Loveless was my existence then, a shabby barren thing
Slipping in and out of my duplicity
Ever seeking tarnished crown of hedonistic king
My life no more than gestured bonhomie.
For I forsake that given me time and time again
That love of good souls blessed with hopes so true
I sold my soul in hope to reap some dubious acclaim
Until fortune decreed that I at last met you.
A shallow grave indeed I dug with liars twisted spade
Full of ghosts my penance to them greet
But you my dear excelled in loves falsities to trade
No better equal my destiny to meet.
I had thought myself indomitable, my throne ever secure
My realm those wastelands of amorous conquests
But I was captivated by your mysterious allure
That innocence that masked wanton temptress.
The female of the species is more deadlier than the male
Of that adage I give true testament
The king is dead his reign to insignificance soon pale
My crown now hers for others to accent.
Brendan..
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-03-03 at 23:54
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