Kári Tulinius (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kattullus) wrote,@ 2006-01-03 21:09:00 |
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poem
Dirge of the Rose
His be no seed that brack the stem
Wrap hands through grass that wafts
Catch full hands and strike at cort
Our are no wise to her that wilts
Rend and gash the bark of we
Fill with dreck the croft at lows
Bring a crown drench with bile
His be no rule that struck her down
Dirge of the Rose
His be no seed that brack the stem
Wrap hands through grass that wafts
Catch full hands and strike at cort
Our are no wise to her that wilts
Rend and gash the bark of we
Fill with dreck the croft at lows
Bring a crown drench with bile
His be no rule that struck her down
