sordid gazing globe
friends gather round
high noon hours
now gone
reflecting pools, moon aglow
Mad King Ludwig
starts the ball, whirling
gowns, curtsy and bow.
Wagner’s Faust resounds
sounds of mythic status
suicide pacts
dangerous acts
pertaining to the devil
who but shows
along with God
a gavel.
Rose petals
shower the floor
Marguerite
steps ever so
gently, is what she wants
reminds him
who she is
doesnโt have to be all.
God, so assured
alone, He waits
for a knock at the door
never sleeps, evermore.
footsteps creep
ever closer, she approaches
with trepidation
fear rests in her throat
winter garden
friend us now
give us faith to trust
forgiveness, reconciliation
bring forth good
gifts to bring my lover
shower him with grace.
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Beautiful words with rich meanings. I love its deepness and mixed philosophies. ๐ค๐น
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Awww ๐ฅฐ. Thank you very much for those words. ๐๐ผ๐
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