monarch's mania | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

she truly one to drown her brethren,
the skies beguiled, the vengeful winds a stymied sigh?
perched atop her steed, the timeless streamline
a picture of might with her echoing train
of sporadic upheavals, of unrest, of frays
she who enmeshes who the sky descries
flickering apparitions, talons unsightly
slashing appendages, to no avail
a lustrous tyranny, one of indulgent ways
of frolics, of falsehoods
of relics, of retribution
her oppressive silhouette
bears down upon the perishable
the momentary minority
born of many a wayward lapse
of undulating pleasantries
of shattered, scattered clasps
of rusty gaits, of plangent wails
of kin betrayed, of chills and chafes
of bygone ailments, of stutters to stalemates
of savoured strife, where revelries run rife
she's wilderness, flesh and mind
and the ocean bed is alight
lupine, lissom, lithe
winsome garb, winsome charms
she climbs and curtsies with the tide

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