In ExcelsisIn Excelsis2 years ago in Free Verse
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Sat on that throne
That emerald vulture sighed,
And blew a moan
Of the most charming kind:
Why, he said,
What is this colour in my absinthe?
Ah, my reflex of pleasure tainted sight!
Take this flower, my Esmé Amarinth
With the golden tipped cane of the night.
I thought of another story,
I suffer you to listen, my boy!
It's about a drunken glory
That soared in the river that I over coy.
Why, he answered,
What is the meaning of this note?
Ah, another brute hungry for bright!
Allow me to clear my throat,
Why! He orders me to get out of your sight!
A laugh snapped out,
A tear rolled out.