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Poetry News Post #4484

Games of Whimsy

Written by: Sylphic Scarlattan, Harley Ashaela, Quixotic Coquette
Date: Friday, November 15th, 2013
Addressed to: Marquise Nicca Alexandrian, Crystalline Chronicler


Inspiring muses come in all shapes and sizes,
you stands proud and tall,
yet wreathed in disguises.

From honeyed lips whisper promises,
beckoning mortals to fall,
to end and begin it all.

A game I'll not play, a bauble may be,
so heedlessly thorns rend,
to what, my friend?

Scribble, sign, stamp this missive,
there a smile, kind eyes,
misguided, not lies.

Clever, ever, librettist,
love you I, in kindred soul,
yet you must know...

How could you not,
charming Lady, see,
far too much woman are you for me..

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Scarlatan, in the year 640 AF.


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