The Queen’s Retort

By Elvira

Millord de Rochfort
Remember,                 Love
is like an arrow in flight —
when it finds its target (The Soul)
it pierces:
Boll dozes,                               NEVER clots.
The ARROW CARES NOT

The target       shrivels —        worms. dries.

The Arrow                   moves              deeper
sniffing                                                its next
victim,
like a hunting
dog.                             Caring NOT the Damage

The Soul, now brittle.
throned,
Dies.
Is          this
LOVE?!

May 2015

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