Title: Persons
Blog Entry: Black as pitch Bright has been Avert thy eyes Of all this sin One - the left With all his might His quiet strength My own white knight And lo behold The shadow’s grim It births the son Of its own whim And With these two Who sit atop Under curve of heart Each as a prop They hold it up They bring it down They bear me with A heavy crown Their master, mistress Their heart to bear Don’t they ponder Of wear and tear? “Come and reign!” They yell to me “Here’s our soul, Our dignity!” If I keep work As silent still As I did then With my own will Their heart I’ll win Their love, no bother Though both don’t know About the other. **Disclaimer: I have a tumblr, so, there should only be one other copy of this poem floating around online. It is mine, though.