The Lyre or Erato assures it’s readers that this poem was not found anywhere near the Shuttered Palace.
I like murdering
And so do you;
Let’s hunt down your subjects,
Just one or two
Hundred.
Another abandoned poem.
Romance, romance,
throw me a bone
romance, romance,
be prepared and in the zone
romance, romance,
I’m stil
A bit of poetry that was in your head when you woke up this morning:
Do you dream of death by water?
Do you know what the thunder said?
Listened well to the fire sermon?
Or are you just asleep in bed?
edited by GuesssWho on 3/6/2018
A poem most certainly not found in the Shuttered Palace tunnels and which is not at all sticky with honey:
Roses are red
Your death mask is white
I’ll be your new Queen
When your wife’s gone tonight
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The Exceptional Rose is red,
Absence is Gant,
I thought I could write
But really I can’t.