02-05-2008, 06:58 AM
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Jester of Hearts ~ Sonnet
JESTER OF HEARTS ~ SONNET
With half a smile smirks the jester of hearts
aiming for broken hearts deceived in hell.
The clubs and spades and diamonds, not her arts
but playing the game of hearts suits her well.
She's clever in her costume aiming wand
at down, unlucky clown with eyes of brown
who in the name of love has just been conned.
What attracted her was his downcast frown.
Bedecked in hearts and tattered wings of red
the jester proudly holds her souvenir.
Heart of fool still beating grossly undead
on tip of magic wand beats bloody fear.
The jester queen of hearts and trickery
gloats on her heart throne in sheer victory.
© July 10, 2007 Karen Davies
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Nightlife calls me.
Through her I am free.
It's the only way to be,
all caught up in a mystery!
Born with full moon fever,
I can make you a believer!
For I am the moonchild,
truly born to be wild!
Last edited by Moonchild; 02-10-2008 at 07:20 AM.
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