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The Hope of Pariah

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    He stroked her hair,
    Leading the maid into his lair.
    Whence he neither slept nor dreamt;
    A humble abode of choice contempt.

    Amidst salient Minotaur heads, inside lay'st he;
    " Cometh away beside me." Say'st he;
    Of Herculean contrive, the man bore fright,
    For he resembled a Juggernaut's spite!

    " What genteel beseech…" Thought she;
    The lady, but a mere commoner is she;
    Such love, she felt of his voice;
    Like honey, spewed from the lips of vice.

    " But I must return to my kin!
    Thou art naught to be seen!
    Thine soul liknen the languish of a lamb,
    Yet thine report is but a vile sham!"

    " Cometh away beside me.
    For I am wretch'd and in need.
    Thou my chosen, thine soul of Grace;
    Thou, prithee! Beside me, thine place!"

    The maiden fled her suitor's hand;
    Couldst naught eat, neither drink nor stand;
    She lay with illness, heart most stricken;
    " I must seek him!" She spake unto Heuen.

    'Tis been so long since she fled;
    Now of grey hair, she faltered to the lair,
    Only to find a mere tombstone, erect,
    " Here lies horror." It hath read.

    " Thou hast forsaken me in return!"
    To the evensong of nocturne,
    Our lady wept,
    'Til she withered and she slept;

    Forevermore, arisen she,
    Nevermore a beast, there was he;
    Oneness, betwixt a firmament of bliss,
    For the exiled knyght awaited his bride.

    " Evermore, thou art myne."
    " Evermore, I am thine."
    Evermore…
    A pledge to time.

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