Soul of the Crown
On my road
to Damascus
and his, a Lazarus;
albeit
in his pyrrhic victory.
Like David and Goliath,
whose laugh, loose-limbed.
Loaded, thus
sure and right
in nods to states of mine_ leonine.
Hither and yon, gilded.
Sharing souls
as taking up the gaunlet
by the spirits
girded up and out;
whence upon this,
not alone wanting.
Thus
honeyed and silvery
in a protean politesse
in thrall to sway.
(smiles)
Thence
stood in,
in a gallant puissance
aglow in the front, alfresco
_ I opted the world, vie.
Hence
come tossing lots.
Kismet so fair,
the throne arising.
Thus
in the penultimate inch nigh,
nigh a potentate (smiles)
So,
if my throb thuds to fracture,
let
hence I'd romp home.
Gordon Bennett!
This Cinderella!
Put to rout my shade.
Thus heartsick,
lidded and tremulous,
in a singular waterloo
beyond compare.
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poem by Faeo 'Lyre' Clive
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