Neville

Blood Red Rim

Blood Red Rim

 

Tis beauty rare contained therein

Ne’er to divide

Her crescent blood red rim

 

So guard it well

With cloth and prayer and seraphim

Then rise my love be born again

 

Tho still so very far away

How fondly shall I think of thee

Wrapped safely in an ancient shawl

 

Pon leather chair and yes before

Her mirrors opaque and vacant stare

She sleeps tho fitfully dreaming of a lover

 

Then ponder till my safe return

Then let us dance and dance again

To this most sacred requiem….