Thu, 01/03/2019 - 21:04 -- mkipp0

Lips as ripe as roses

a crown born of bone

A woman may master both extremes

if she wishes to hold her own


Let your smile be soft

but remember your fangs

for men forget pretty things oft

not wish to let their freedom hang


Let them tremble let them fear

master both dainty and dark

so only close allies stay near


Sweet Persephone

all that I love

Bless me with balance

As is below is above


This poem is about: 
Our world


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