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Mystress of May laments [40]

Mystress of May laments

Welcome to my world that oozes green,
a land of ichor, and sickly things.
a place where you don't dare to sit nor rest
where nestlings eye your fleshy wings.

My land spits pestilence and drought,
broad wastelands of fire and eyes that burn,
barren birthlands dead to all that lived
where maggots midst your bones will churn."

Hush, before June's Mistress hears you gloat;
she'll wipe your presence off her globe
the one she holds tight in her hand
the one she peers at with her probe.

She ordered me to speak, so hold your breath!
Ha! She commanded me to arrange your death.

© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.40] (30.juni.2022)

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