Fall Before Beauty

By Damien Knight

I hold in my mind bitter fantasy
Chains scrape against my grey skin
I long to feel fair lips and soft hands
Holding onto my dead heart within

Only when my unbeating heart
Is captured in the fair maiden’s hands
Am I free to serve her love
And if she drops it I shan’t stand

In weakness I fall before the maiden
And her hand becomes my resting place

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