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)