Sing A Provenance, of
My deeds ....of.
Joy on earth.
Oh lady fair, I slew your dragon.
And you stole my heart, in return.
No more moments, nor longings.
I am cast, upon the winds.
I am, the darkness, of the night.
I am lost, now you have gone.
No more dragons.
I no longer see love,
trapped, in a fiery light.
The dragons dead.
The bird has flown
And so....
Has
My love.
Gisajl@icloud.com
Dragons...
I got a dragon. But it needs no slaying. It's one of the good ones. Enjoyed the poem.
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