Guest guest Posted August 8, 2009 Report Share Posted August 8, 2009 Cloistered in her Castle Royal, where Cleft in casselated cliffs of ragged stone, Lies the chamber of my chatelaine alone. " Why lurk lambent behind a latice there? " Beams stream from her stare, a gaze so rare, A holy terror, like a crouching tigress thrown On a couch of jungle flowers thickly grown; Her ruby fire glows, my heart suspires for air. " Huntress, in this desert of dire delusion You rip out ripe egos of your waiting prey; Their arrogance of willful world illusion. Hear my bleeding buffalo's plaintive bray; I pray, end my pain before the break of day; Free me from this snare of mind confusion " . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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