Saturday 21 December 2013

Jealousies hatred

Jealousies hatred is worst of all
Close akin to hatred's pride.
Never a man forsook his own
So shallowly, when his own
Did take his wife, in secret bed
And dare confess, by length and pen.
The man did rise with no eyes to blink
For death now marked the one once his kin.

K.Oni

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