Monday, 9 November 2009

Porchester Poem

The Pawns they Fall
The Queen correctly stands tall
And the King lies drunk
Within his Mistresses lair

The Knights
The Golden Eyes
Meet Mine
There's no Design
But Mine

Give me her eyes opium brown
Calmness descends
Crackling Excitement Intensifies
Blue & Red
Metamorphoses to two wings of a Peacock Butterfly
Fluttering & Bliss
And
No Fear
No More
Surrounds...
Found in a Notepad from Porchester Ward

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