Mispirits

My first poem in WDC

Forsaken us the twilights
Of shaped-breast and trapped hearts
For my years had kept me in cruelty
Leaned in caged minds and morbid tongues

Forsaken us had the twilights
Pleasured us what Nature's wild plays?
A simple laid, here in tender age and agony
Was merely a civilized matter, dear
Mould of irony and of young bones
Dispelled from myths and crackpot stones

ah! I would endured and longed for thee!
The all intense outcome of a fable; Lust
Who wed the skin with leisured plot
And like a tiny roar, was the lion's bite...

"Mercy.."
"Mercy.."

"A mispirits ends badly..."