I ne’er breathed ‘til I first cried;
And cry, I now; since humanity has died.
Yes, the world is dead! D-E-A-D!
Yet, I still pray for my daily bread…
D-E-A-D? Is that what you heard me squeal?
Oh yes! Isn’t it the dead who do not feel?
I am an object of your desire- amorous;
To you, I’m “raven-haired”, I’m “glamorous”!
But was that a boon? Or was that MY bane!
I unknowingly trudged the Devil’s lane…
You penetrated my innocence, for your delight!
In God-knows-how-many houses of the night.
“Godparent” has since been given a new meaning;
Something shamefully demeaning!
This “(gl)amorous one” has been grounded,
Ever since the fleur-de-lis was upon me, branded!
As I await her Ladyship to remove her famous blindfold,
I can only but feel life ebb, and cease to hold…