She is Earth and I am fire
There is a one-sided desire
The circumstances are dire
Isn't that right, sire?
The property-men look for a buyer
For the old, haunted Grimsfold mire
Which has a manor with a spire
And a look upon it
Forces the sprightliest of men to tire.
When men have desire
They become desperate
Even when they celebrate
They feel hollow and celibate
In this world of the Earth,
When the everlasting tenure of life
shall reach its summit,
The cause of the great end
the fatal dent
Would be the fire
Of greed and of desire
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Random poems
PoetrySong-like poems made mainly for the fun rhyming effect than anything else. No deep meanings, no complicated and flowery language; just good-old random poems.
