Gypsy Widow's Revenge
Back when the sweet summer aromas tease the nose
And soulful beach breezes blow
A civic hurricane of hate grows
With the moon hanging sickled
Over the Eucalyptus leaves
Two hearts die and one soul divides
As the Champion no longer breathes
The news comes and then arrives
On the wings of the morning dew
Winds strike with mortal force
Laid her to a half empty bed
Tears rolled fast
As the sparkling fireflies outside
Who fly so high to be in love
With the perfect light that
They exhaust themselves and die
With lashes wet and heavy
Swollen eyes, squinting in the sun
Falling down to sleep
She remembered, fire
Stolen breath woke her, surprised
When the full moon rose
Close to Gemini's mid-night
The Libra spirit awakens
Nocturnal thoughts in her mind
She, who harbors the darkest
Deeds in the nomadic minds
Of wandering widows left
By thoughtless hearts of dutiful dukes honoring cowardly Kings
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Trapped in silk as the Duke gets hazy
After the lazy westward slipping sun
With thoughts like secrets as she watches
Stars ignite over sandy mountain dunes
Oh, dishonored soul
Don't stop living
Now that love is a memory
And the past is desire
Remember fire, continue like a lioness
Stalking her sleeping prey
Oh that noble duke
Unaware of the danger of eternal darkness
That plunges from his own forgotten sword
Then the night, the stone, his chamber
His heart, her mind, even the clock falls quite silent,
Before breaking screams
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Alone, slowly traveling, gaze set just ahead
Back to the gypsy tents glowing red,
The duke was dead
Long after the nightly chill's showers
Yet preluding the sun's eastern wake
She wondered, the broken hearted lover, toward the future
What future?
Only now, she had avenged with fire
Justice for her soul's loss,
When Libra inspired
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