|General Poetry posted July 11, 2012|
a semi ballad about a very nefarious woman.
White Lady Revised
The White Lady
The white lady has a black rose in her hand.
She puts the rose on her lover's grave
Even though he is still a living and breathing man.
Oh she has such a Yin and Yang personality.
She is so visible
Yet she is a being that no man woman or child
Could ever see.
She laughs in a state of elation with pure and unadulterated joy.
She laughs in a state of lamentation
Keeping it all to herself
As she acts rather confused and coy.
Oh she's like a zeppelin ready to find
Her final death in the doomy and desperate skies
She's like an angel
And her love of life and living never dies.
She's burning like a radiating rainbow
In her facilities of fantasy
She's as frozen as a frontier frost
In an icy soul shattering sea
She's perishing in
The ravishing realms
One day her paradoxical nature
Caused her to be annihilated
As the devil dipped
His venom inside her heart.
She lost all the pigmentation
That had long allured men to
Tore her apart.
Now the lady lies lifeless
As her tar boiled blood
Stains the inferno's callous
Alas the white lady
Damned to her
Just something I wrote about four years ago about a detestable woman whose image was inspired by the White Witch in C.S. Lewis's Narnia Chronicles.Pays one point and 2 member cents.
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