Eternal Rule Of The Game
His love’s translations
Lost in time’s tyranny
She seethes with bitter love
Is it life’s antimony?
The fountain is poisoned
The goatherd is dead
The writer’s oeuvre
Remains unread
The lovers obey
The eternal rule
To wreak and unwind
Their pellicle spool
My lover, my killer
Your dagger drawn
Confusion confounds us
Every move thrawn
I want you to
Play the restorative lyre
Pull out this thing
Cast on parting’s fire
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As it's my very first contribution, I would really appreciate some comments and opinions - positive or negative - from those of you that feel inclined to.
The lovers obey
The eternal rule
To wreak and unwind
Their pellicle spool
very beautiful
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