Crushed velvet dresses and ravenous tresses,
that snatched all the tears from my cheek!
For ne'er did I dream that that't could ever seem
that a moment could make me so weak.
She'd undone my laces in all the right places
and perched at the top of the stairs,
I drew in a breath and slow-danced with Death:
Just one more of her bloody affairs!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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A well written poem with a great meter that fits the mood of the poem. Nicely rhymed and with great imagery all of which gets a fave
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