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Shaun Clark Poem
Upon a midnight of lone decent
The death of my love I long repent
An eminent maiden from days of yore
I evermore grieve in absent adore
My rest is halted by commotion
Of which I have the least of notion
Unbarring the door I stride to explore
This occult ruction of which I deplore
Afront my stable I spot a maid
Upon her dismount atop her jade
(The Maid)"Might thee spare a night's bed, for I'm weary
And allay me from this late-night dreary?"(The Maid)
(Myself)"Enter fair lass, thus procure thee heat
I'll fain fulfill that which thou entreat
Of your arrival my only query
Why do thee trek on a night so leery?"(Myself)
(The Maid)"My dwelling vanished amidst fire
And my family it did mire
Rendered destitute, In dolor I fled
To an unmapped journey of ceaseless dread."(The Maid)
(Myself)"Alas, dear maiden our fates' entwine
Our families rest in lea's divine
In supernal fortune, to me you're led
I beseech thee to rest upon my bed."(Myself)
(The Maid)"Our grief shall end by love's devotion
In ageless days of still emotion
When dawn arises upon the night's gloom
I'll amble the aisle with you as my groom."(The Maid)
(Myself)"Yes dear maiden we'll wed the morrow
Thus evermore shall cease our sorrow
In ample adore forever abloom
I grasp thee in vow unto our world's doom."(Myself)
Copyright © Shaun Clark | Year Posted 2009
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Shaun Clark Poem
Thou thy lass of heart's desire
A bloom of Eden's Garden
From thou charm my soul thee mire
My love aught dare to pardon
I beseech thee unto marriage
With hands of ample adore
In ring we journey by carriage
Unto our heavenly door
Now in hand, a dwelling we share
Amidst a montane dingle
Adoring much the child we bear
Our love we lean to mingle
Amidst our eld of solitude
Our beauty transitory
With death we so strode to elude
As heaven raves our glory
Copyright © Shaun Clark | Year Posted 2009
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Shaun Clark Poem
Upon an evening's heart distress
I bereaved the lass of palm caress
Of all the consolation sought
Nil dare allay that which death wrought
Amidst my ponders of seclusion
Logic's veiled of dolor intrusion
My psyche the Tempter left unbought
For he can't soothe the death woe fraught
Is there dining in Valhalla's Hall
for he who is slain by loveless thrall?
Do Hercule's hands possess zeal
to loose me of my heart's bastille?
Alas, our destinies coincide
I'll meet thee anew in suicide
In thou unforgotten appeal
I slay my throe in life repeal
Copyright © Shaun Clark | Year Posted 2009
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