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In the depth of night,
a Lady suffered,
taking the choice,
to draw her last breath,
With poisoned wine,
and a last hot bath,
she fled from her body,
forgetting all else.
But who should step in,
but the daring knight,
who cried out on sight,
"Oh what has she done?"
And seeing her lips,
ruby red on ivory,
he made the choice,
to stay for eternity.
Bending over,
tasting the wine,
his last breath left,
in a single line.
And as he felt death,
it's grip tightening,
he gasped out for her,
in promise or curse.
Suicide is my favorite drink.
- by Daughter of Elves |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/12/2008 |
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- Title: The Lady and the Knight.
- Artist: Daughter of Elves
- Description: I apologize if poems about suicide bother you, but they're all I write really. This makes poem #10 for me, so please take a look at my other works if you like this one. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
- Date: 09/12/2008
- Tags: suicide favorite drink
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Taigamma - 12/13/2008
- Excellent.
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- chocolate-S0UP - 10/03/2008
- I liked it. Really well written it was filled with lots of emotion.
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- 0Nerine0 - 09/13/2008
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if people have problems with suicide, well that's life so they should either open their eyes or shut up!
p.s. it was a good poem! - Report As Spam
- Mrs LoneWolf - 09/12/2008
- I loved it. People should be more open minded to diffrent kinds of poems such as this if you ask me.
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