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Twice Sung
the tale is done
the story sung
the clock clicks no more
the gamble made
the stakes displayed
the Gambler's game Amor
twice the Singer
sung the tale
as dark night did fade
and twice the chill
that sweep the room
tossed quiet sleepers shapes
his hollow cheeks
his darken caste
his crippled countenance
his painful tones
his dreadfilled poem
his haunted fountain pen(wrinting pen?)
surely, no man may must
allow the heart to rust
but upon hearing such a tale
would rather run away
to cast out the vulnerable flaw
into the Ocean's gaping maw
so to avoid that hungry touch
that kills the heart you clutch
and horror, and horror
to have heard the tale twice told
and sorrow, and sorrow
for love once warm now cold
