Thursday, October 25, 2007

"From Horseback"

This end will not be the end alone—
‘Tis the splicing of the meek and bold
So blades would foil the eleventh hour scaffold
Under the high noon of a fiendish loan


...Her face burns with chastening tears
As reproach disrobes the Queen of Lust...
Just then a hand reaches down amidst spirited dust,
Lifts her up from horseback, slaying all fears.

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