Thy grin is a sword of alabaster —
I’d turn my throat gladly upon it.
Lest thou think to do me harm,
I would bid selfish reprieve.
In life, thou hast claimed me,
Yet death rusts thick chains
And grants all freedom dear.


Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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