The Writer’s Girl

English: The Distrest Poet
English: The Distrest Poet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Sirens careen in the night

 

dogs bay at full bright moon

 

that shines down on the crowd

 

gathered round the scarlet lipped

 

darling bleeding out in the street

 

every one knew her, she belonged

 

to that fellow who fancied himself

 

a writer, yes, he thinks he’s a writer

 

no one noticed before just how lovely

 

the writer’s girl truly was, look at her now

 

like a porcelain doll all made up, poor thing

 

so beautiful with eyes painted lips shining

 

the moonlight brings out the beauty in death

 

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