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Kate ([personal profile] bronzechimera) wrote2012-11-11 11:53 am
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The Chimera

O'er there a lonesome Chimera fly
Across the infinity of sky
And the Sea;
Wash his bloodied wings
In the ocean tide,
From feast of daughter
Of the fir-tree King.

Evil-eyed mythic thief He be,
Who circles Eastern skies
And celebrates pale-faced peasant cries.
O lock the maidens in the shed
For the favorites of His they be!

But one Lady fair, she brandished sword
To plunge into His breast;
And howled he did when the pain set in
And She laid him down to rest.