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It's kind of a peom, with a play in the middle. Tackles love inconclusively.
Alice

Doth I curse her as she did me?
Though guilt melts me,
Through melting I act.
That line, that word, that thought
Rendered useless, found and lost
But never kept.
Though I keep you’ peace of mind,
My piece of truth I hope to find.

As we have needs
The Knight has needs,
He needs to please;
First this heated cold must thaw
‘less lies come ‘fore truth:
That so he thinks.
But thoughts just words,
Whole life mere ink.
As Satan himself; darkness baring
“Do my will”, to novel ears who act with yearning
And plea for that so dark attention
To make light her peril.
But saviour lies not there for her
Her own eye’s ocean, alas.
His luxurious style, at most, is crass.
Then a man who selfless sang,
To save from sin his unborn Man,
“Give me a cross and let me hang.”

-

A place of nothing with men of all:

Macbeth        “Our loyalties lie to laws
With dwelling invisible by naked eye,
But a silver coin through clear lake
It seems from my own.
I chose this for the will of my apple,
Of her over ambitious aim,
And my blind trust.”

Claudius        “Blame not that near-honourable melody
With which in greed or haste you
Were infected, or worse, written down.”

Adam              “Our deepest desires reflect to us
From the eyes of others.
Out my bone, my truth was known.”

Claudius, first just I,
Second the God,
‘till last The White Goddess.
He told this Knight of poison words,
With pleasure to hear and say.

Claudius        “I am wise after the event.
Our most frantic ‘never more’
I in shame and sorrow did proclaim
My truth, such as, never was before.”

Acercifer        “Use it well, we should not care
Who’s hope we smite,
Or cost re-price.
They themselves should try repair.”

Yeshua          “אַּהבָהאֱלֹהֵיכֶם.”    (“Ehyeh ahara”)

Then from here our Knight did know,
And though each would say
And curse,
And bless,
And try for life with lustless aim,
Of love and lust we play this game.
But his own true Alice,
Whom he did play for,
Only wanted nothing more.

-

Now my curse is not, but reflected truth.
Self trickery in mind? Or else I’d lose.
“Life is a play, only less real.”
If help were a sin; you’d last in Heaven.
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