Short Tale 21

She lay curled in bed,

The stains around her all red,

To the world she seemed dead…

 

The red was an illusion,

She lay in stormy confusion,

While he made her his subject of indecision…

 

To her he seldom paid any attention,

His eyes sought only fair,blue maidens with contrition…

 

His love was locked in a cage,

Only a fair one could unlock it, if she crossed that stage,

Or would the other be lost in a war with his infinite rage…

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