Ignoble King


Empty, desolate, wilted and scathed; abode
subsoil, the lily of her heart.
Behold this life, smudged into oblation,
crushed unto a seed!
It rained in a glimmered tressing embodied
with a King.
A discarded treasure chest encased her jewel.
A genuine amethyst dripping in purple array.
Awed by His illustrious precession, she
scarcely breathes such whispers.
He mingled against a winter's midnight of her heart.
Strands of hair, soaked the contents, inside
her alabaster box.
Ignoble, precious feet, mustered her lips
gentle carresses.
Perfumed in adoration.
While wiping the tresses, cascaded a niagra
of tears.
Promulgating HIS exultation.


Kimberly Lynn L.

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