Sunday, April 15, 2012

Mercy Run

Flatter me if you will with words of silk,
They will do you not good for I am not
Of the sort that gives in to beauties milk;
Those honeyed lips make men's hearts hot, as sun's
That do explode in their failing years when light
Has diminished, hidden from every sight.
Yet expect me not to flee the moment
You've failed to succeed your lustrous quest,
Forget not that I have greater stake, right
Action demanded of me; for your best
Interests do I come, to save your gem.
Knot the line and run if you must young one,
Know only that the gun will find you; when
Time runs short think of me before you're done.

                                                          Mercy Run, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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