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

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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!