MISCELLANEA

THE DAME IN THE CEMETERY

THE DAME IN THE CEMETERY



Who are you, the dame in the cemetery,
Trying to cover your beauty in dark,
From the prying fingers that seek to claw,
Your sweetness, as you clutch the epitaph?

Are you the fairy of the night that has
Chosen today the graves, not the cradles,
To bring new hopes and dreams to those long dead,
Rather than to those falling in their steps?

Or, are you the witch who has now transformed,
So as to trap some handsome princely knight,
Because you want to make a slave of him,
So that his youth you may usurp yourself?

Whoever you be, why suffer silence,
Unless you’re doing some sordid penance?



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M C Gupta
23 March 2007