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the orphan and the phantom
the orphan agnes! onyx locks spun in
thick braids, around her neck shoes
gilded with rare stones
in the basking light, feet upon the earth
arched, balanced upon the toes
rolls into her pose
slender arms bow, graze—toss the wild curls
the chest extends—drops it down
audience applaud
white sister goat bleats, she rises swiftly
on handsome hind legs she stands
she declares the time
la esmeralda! whose skin was kissed by
her only constant neighbor,
the sun, livens the
men and all who watch, they seek reward:
ripe innocence otherwise
unseen: the gypsy's legs
fleeting moments show, glimpses under her
long ruby-gold hand-dyed dress
slender heels arouse
one man of dark eyes, is particular,
he amongst the crowd is still
enraptured is he
potently he stares, infatuated
a parisian nostril flares
overwhelmed, engrossed
frightening specter—brilliant sharp cheeks
fervently redden, what's this?
melancholy robes—funeral black—contrast
to the very tapestry
of festive paris
stands he so angry, the wanderer spooks
she knows naught, the obsession
within him grows
to view this creature, is enough to drive
the priest phantom mad—with thoughts of such things:
to smell her tresses—
envy-so harkens, as parisians throw
minted coins, bitter dom claude!
move not forward, watch
suddenly! halted, the olive skinned youth
displays a most corrupting
shiver, hope dies
this! this is it, fate! yet this will be but
discovered too late.
- by stefcia stefcia |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/02/2011 |
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