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_The Black Prince_ (Free verse) by Caducus

A siege of lashes were her eyes armour, a moat for her kingdom once conquered by I, the Black Prince. Those who fight for lost causes are gallant cowards. I saw the battlefield yet was blind to the casualties my blue Princess. Knights are often shrouded, only seen when glorious. I was heroic when I lowered my arms around her waist, surrendering my flesh for lips that became my war cry. I was slain by myself. Absent from your battle inside, as good as dead to you since I entered another kingdom. From the lavender knoll I watch your new Prince enter cheer and garlands bestow him and I am left in a jeering wind which whispers Seppuku.

Dental Panic 9-Mar-06/5:51 PM
To me this is just a piece of pretentious crap. Jeering winds that whisper seppuku? Imagine how that sounds: like someone has knocked its front teeth out. sssseppuku...

'surrendering my flesh for lips
that became my war cry.'

Yeah, life's a bitch.









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