Thursday, July 22, 2010

My Queen

Distress of my queen
All my strength useless
And I cannot help
A ridiculous demons
Short plump spirit of envy

It lumbers forth
Weapons of shrew and harpy
I dream my queen
Beautiful wise and serene
Immune to such filth
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