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Playing on the Midnight Bridge!
By Lady Poetry
Gyrated
at midnight.
Restless
spirit.
Atmospheric,
ethereal.
Vaguely
visible through the smog.
Under
the bridge of sighs.
He
once cried.
The
air infiltrated with wails of despair.
His
pain cried louder than his voice.
Noble
noose with its own perspective.
His
treasured prize had gone.
Slipped
as he blundered into night.
Forlorn.
A
mistake not turning back.
Bridge
became gibbet.
Dropped
fast.
And
he swung as he hung.
His
heart destroyed by disloyal lover
Girlfriend
committed greatest treason.
And
he hung by Traitor’s Gate.
By
ladylivvi1
©
2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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Copyright 2014 Lady Poetry
Published on Friday, January 17, 2014.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Purely imagination running riot! Traitors gate is by the Tower of London. The entrance where those Tudors went to be beheaded! On the river Thames the towns people had full view of the traitors going off to await death!Comments on "Playing on the Midnight Bridge!"
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A former member wrote:
"Noble noose with its own perspective" Really loved that line, made me think.
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