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Untitled -- 10.11.2008
A kind and queen in flames, their love touched by cupid’s bow untamed - their desire burns and never drains - until the night of fire and rain - when at the hand of thieves the king did fall - his queen survived beaten, raped and hollow - in her grief she clutched her heart and gripped the bolt the ran it through - then crying, broke cupid’s arrow in tow - as she wept and her pierced heart bled - she leaned and kissed her husband’s hand - while she passed away she prayed they’d meed in the brighter day.
