Happy-go-dead

You wanted  to fondle  his wings.
In spite of  the fear and the hints.
When---
You heard in the twinkling Night
the call  of his wounded Pride.
Then---
He took treasure
and carried away.
Now the katyds are kneeling to pray.

Callous?
no, Not Today,
yet the teardrops are forced to obey.

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Now this slave of his acted out sorrow
will portray you 'a brighter tomorrow'-
a well-beloved dish of his worm-eaten rind
that was so often served to a virginal mind.

Now---

He is doomed for the unremit stage
like tenuous soul, lost in the menial blaze,
And---

left in Lord's inn where the bitches create
overcast pictures of Funeral train.