Mark R Slaughter


Were There Hope


I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles;
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me! -
Perhaps descent into a game of wiles

To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of golden plumes of hair.

But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a fading ghost of yore?



Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009










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Hope?
Never

Submitted: Saturday, November 07, 2009
Edited: Sunday, May 05, 2013

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