Trollop

She took over
your senses
and was everything
you sin for.

A Gypsy free spirit
whose fate
now demands sacrifice.

My heart has been filled,
so now I must be killed
for a bridge to be made
for you to cross.

So make your life
sweet again
you must
for time stops here
and bids us farewell.


Copyright ©2006

by Adryan Barnathan

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