Soliloquy of the Shameless Sculpture
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Impossible!
Impossible to do Her feelings justice.
The ecstasy She must have felt as She saw
her lover lay sprawled on His own carpet of red.
Indescribable? My latest piece of art!
The smile,
carved carefully into His flesh,
Would never disappear.
Smiling, Smiling
The only thing He is capable of-
Ever should have been capable of!
His lies would pierce Her heart no more.
That, I made sure.Tears of happiness leaked from the head
Hers were clear, His were red
She liked Him… before.
Yesss, She 'liked Him' ... Yet!
Unfathonable to Her, until now,
how much better He could be...
But despite the venom, He could still see
His last action, surprisingly-
Was a clue?
Yesss..
To tell Her something He knew.She might have seen the two holes in His chest
Had She seen the snake which caused them?
Where His eyes darted, had she missed?
They pointed towards the corner, the snake, me!
Twitch, oh Twitch, Damned spy!
Any fool can conquer the sun with the blink of an eye!
But you can not stop me,
Darkness take thee!She might have seen
The gleam of my blade before I painted it with red
She might have seen
The fire flies in His eyes die
She might have seen
The other set, yellow and still aliveShe was Beautiful
The wind wildly whipped her braids
Each dissenting strand slithering snakes
She was beautiful
The fultile flight, yet the smell of courage
Like the lizard's tounge, our paths converge
She was beautiful
For the Black-Blooded Pard, I leap
Come my fangs and drink deep.
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((claps!))
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There was a king reigned in the East
There when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and posoned drink.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy,smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt
Them it was their poison hurt
I tell the tale that I heard told
Mithridates, he died old.
And like the king of ancient lore
You too can feast a killing score.
Sorrow, sadness, death and despair?
Take them in as harmless air!
The secret lies in quantity
With dose increased, and slowly
Because in life, all things go bad
Dad dead? House afire? I'm glad!
Unlike the lad who saw it and gaged
Youâ€ve armor in times of pain forged
Down that spoiled milk and ask for more!
Theres things in life you canâ€t ignore
Lucks a chance, but troubles sure.((The narration of Mithridates taken from A. E. Housman))