Secret Shakespeare: Episode I


The indistinctive features of a nail
Would scratch your soul and bleed,
The lips would shimmer from a tale
About a creature’s pacifistic need,
And even if you were to send a mail,
The mind poisoned to never read,
A lady that would never quail,
Not on dragons preparing a feed,
But owns a vermilion heart so frail,
Cried over when college was freed,
Aimlessly playing heads or tail’,
Listen, reader, and recall this creed,
For I have proudly yelled: “All Hail”,
A person in mind? If not, reread.
Saturday, 16thof May 2015
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