Love Poem: A Mandrake's Gesture Vol. X
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Written by: Trevor Morse

A Mandrake's Gesture Vol. X

It was of such 
sorrowful decree,
these woes of 
trust and battles.
Months passed, though
only a few, for 
upon this span of 
chaos, the King's 
grief, strickened more.
Pregnancy. . . a bastard
child!  Poorest maiden
Geinere, her violation
by the King, the 
treacherous King.
Whil'st amidst the 
foul passions of 
the Luciferus,
guilt crept in and 
upon the majesties.
Geinere's time spent
in confinement, the 
guilt being nourished
within her womb,
tears, bloody tears
during this melancholy.
What could she do,
for the truth spoken
would just yield more
pain and suffering.
She would have 
to wait to meet
her Prince, if she
could even muster
the strength of 
confrontation.  How 
could she prove,
how could she derive
justice?  Her hopes 
of triumph wilting
as the days passed.
This doom of 
mutual closure.
Only glimmering
for the poor maiden
was news of victory
on the fields of 
blood and barter,
perhaps now a 
moment with Alarumdives.
She prayed he would 
find mercy and 
compassion and 
believe her words.
Poor Geinere,
the illness of the 
Raven and hereafter.