A Poet's Curse

                                                   A Poet's Curse          

 

Slit be the vein of my quill

Dyingly it gasps in inkful paint

Resilience has blest it's will

To live with vitality taint

 

It's boundless eye sees past

Death's nefarious land and temple

Tho it's spirit is broken glass

It moves vibrantly without a wrinkle

 

O slender finger dipt in poison

Why ruin your carnal hue?

To write for an earth so noisome

Its deaf to your siren adieu

 

On the mirror of your countenance

Reflects every author's face

Our voices are join'd in dissonance

Speak'n to a world that is abase

 

Your words are influential parfum

A descendant of virtuous amour

It's air enticed stars and the moon

To glo nights ahead n before

 

No other shall obt your strength

Which is given by eternities

To reign for eras without length

Immortal life is your penalty

 

By Sterling Jerome Kinley (Lord Sterling)

 

 

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