The lady with a crown has got emeralds
Glittering like a midnight ocean.
Shall she sleep with rings in hand
She thinks I'll steal them,
As she lays down.
She should sleep with pillows
And prayers to God!
For she might die silent in her slumber.
Oh, how poor is she!
The revered might say
Her soul might be stared at, by an imp's eye
Says she gives her emeralds to the poor?
Never! She says,
But she slumbers in beauty
With her silent diamonds.
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1 comments:
This is a mysterious piece and very intriguing. You are a great writer.
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