Believe me children, I m with you
Will wonder at the pain from blade
Of my own sword that cuts off treasure
Of her small head. The ugly jade
Will show astonisment and swallow
With noise and bleeding air in vane.
The bloody streams are not to follow
From childish neck a mistress's pain.
Night before 06/12/2011
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