Metaforplay
Wed, 23 Sep 2009 at 08:49pm
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I do not understand
your dark lady, who, like shakespeare's
holds beauty at her fingertips, and disdains
Does she stand aloof, as you soar nearer the sun?
Or do you fear the melting of your wax wings
and shun the light you let guide you?
She cannot be so bright
if she despises your clear eyes
a heart wrought of coldest, realest iron
could scare dispel the fine-smithed magic of your thoughts
I shall harness my green monster,
and ride it as a shining steed
fair prince let down your hair
and I shall climb that tallest tower
and slay the apathetic dragon
that languorously guards your heart
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burning_sands
2009-09-24
don't we all?!
silentletters
2009-10-09
the "green monster" thing seems way to casual and just out of place. aside from that, real chill.