New Sight Poem by Nadia Mottley

New Sight



Eleusian majesties forever are unwelcome in my bower
Despite demands all gifts they bring turn rotten, mad or dour
Such spiteful slivers slay my restive heart's bright air
Their cruel deceits no more shall feed my soul's long-dark despair

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