Victoria was a fair lady,
Whose kindness I would want to see.
But I guess it would be hard for me,
For she had been drowned into the sea.
And one foggy night I saw her by the shore,
Walking with shackles around her foot I’m sure.
Yet she lingered around til the hour of four,
And I found out that her knees were gored.
Victoria wept with blood and salt.
I told her, “It’s not your fault.”
Suddenly, her fairness was faded by the celestial bolt.
And Victoria was burned with tormenting cold.
This is a great poem of yours. I wonder where the hell did you get these kinds of thought. But hey! you’ve got an imaginative coconut. KEEP IT UP!
i like your tragic way of writing poems..
i cannot remember i wrote this comment. who are thee?
Hi! Can I borrow your poem and have it posted on my blog. I will acknowledge you as the poet behind these great lines. I feel it would be perfect for my story. Thanks!
Shay
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My pleasure. Thank you! 😉