Three Maids Poem by David Lacey

Three Maids



In three years, three maids
Have haunted, phantomwise
My soul throughout the night.

The first a Raven Queen,
Angels inked upon her flesh.
The second an emerald temptress,
A Love, a blue so fresh.
The third a beauty blonde,
Whom I shall never know undressed.

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David Lacey

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