striking class
bringing unexpected cardio
running from Tories
© Rachel Green February 2025
My muse waits, patient, at my study door
while I chase sparkles in a fit of whimsy
to elevate the darkness at my core
the creative charmI once thought flimsy.
A tale as old as ancient Greek might tell
of some poor fool vho ventures forth with good intent
to rescue her beloved from the depths of Hell
when Fate conspire with God to make life spent.
She bends in turn to Universal truth
which preaches that such lives are not regained
and through transgressions of her former youth
gains access to the far-off lands ordained.
But Fate is ne'er so simply thwarted
and Death, like Art, is often courted.
© Rachel Green February 2025
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