Every wing becomes a scar betrothed, Everything congeals with blood so weak, An echo calls the moon by fools aloof,…
His Lover Beckons
Ere be man ere wrought is comber may, Alas, indeed, is but fraught with greed desire, Though twats in meagre…
Of Yahoos and Humans
From thence he returned with no abode but lay, Could not utter words at what horror that may, So much…
Wealth and Death
He buys her diamonds and rubies whose red hardens her blood, Is adorning her so well with all she ever…
Pursuit of such none
Virtue of mine to dwell are none unmade, Virtue that I shall grasp and soon keep For mine disdain and…
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