Woe to you, Oh, my dark'ning king!
Thou knowest not the shame, you bring.
With ill heart I shall speak of thee,
for staking what was true of me.
Swine, you are in muddy barrow
for leaving piglets in farrow.
I knew thouest heart was empty.
You left me the nonhorn of plenty.
Tis easy, see the sign of disease,
in one, who I once thought to please.
You vampire whore, thou artful clown,
knowest my angry, uncaring frown.
In your need I tried to please,
to your hunger I gave sweet tease.
Know now my unbridled anger
at results of lustful langour.
Author notes
Response to Grimoire if he doesn't have one.
"No other" is the title
A contest entry
- The Battle- Poem off by princess hope.
450 points, ended May 17, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Criticize freely, I need input to improve
Comments
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Acctually.. Am not sure I do, lol. Could you please specify the poems title?!. Thanks again,
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Wonderful!.and perfect rhyme, as a judge I cannot see who Grimoire is, but I think I know what poem you have replyed to!,
Best of luck,
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Hi Princess
Its "No other"
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