David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|1001.||Woman Of Stone||3/15/2012|
|1004.||Would He Even Know Me Now?||3/4/2008|
|1011.||You Can'T Come In!||7/17/2014|
|1012.||You Can'T Go Out Today!||10/4/2013|
|1013.||You Were Only Talking...||2/22/2008|
|1014.||You'Ve Got Magic!||4/30/2009|
Her hair was as black as a starling's tail,
Her cheeks as pale as a swan,
Her eyes, like two slim moonstones, glowed
And her mouth was the Holy Grail.
She'd played in the dirt of the village street
So long ago, so long...
She'd swum in the pools of the mountain stream,
But now, that girl had gone.
While I still rise with the early bird
To tend to my father's fields,
As the only son of an only son
I watched the woman leave.
She cried sweet tears as she said farewell
And vowed to come back, and soon,
But the village streets of a western ...
There is something that feeds on the evil
It finds in the well of its mind,
To bolster the work of the devil
And other bad cess it might find,
It joys in the hurt it is causing
It revels in pain it may bring
To all who once loved and adored it,
For it never loved anything.