Poetry Fiammetta By kellybrown - January 9, 2017 0 1587 FacebookTwitterPinterestVKWhatsAppLinkedinReddItTumblrFlipKoo Contents hide 1 Those deep dark eyes had stories unrevealed 2 Those withered pale lips had tales to unfold 3 She daidled in search of a stash for her 4 As this colleen had no comitator 5 She was a young berry-a wisteria 6 But the hex on her engulfed her wholey 7 She has stains on her body, not on her soul 8 But the stag declassed this milady 9 She stood like a statuesque 10 Her womb bears no fruit 11 The wyvern has tirled and tiered her 12 She had fallen in a tole 13 It trappled her to death’s agony 14 The wolfsbane had wryly parched on her 15 His worm eaten mind never heard her wretched weeps 16 She was a kind of slate 17 Fate turned her into a blate 18 His blasing wolfshound gave her no chance to bid adieu 19 For death has swallowed her from tip to toe 20 Groaning in pain yelled her soul 21 It echoed for a while and perished forever Those deep dark eyes had stories unrevealed Those withered pale lips had tales to unfold She daidled in search of a stash for her As this colleen had no comitator She was a young berry-a wisteria But the hex on her engulfed her wholey She has stains on her body, not on her soul But the stag declassed this milady She stood like a statuesque Her womb bears no fruit The wyvern has tirled and tiered her She had fallen in a tole It trappled her to death’s agony The wolfsbane had wryly parched on her His worm eaten mind never heard her wretched weeps She was a kind of slate Fate turned her into a blate His blasing wolfshound gave her no chance to bid adieu For death has swallowed her from tip to toe Groaning in pain yelled her soul It echoed for a while and perished forever
