Oh how depraved this chamber <br />In which such restless maidens weep <br />Harbors such thorny acres <br />Leaning t’wards the moon <br />…her steep <br />Eyes <br />Look down <br />And see <br />Falling armors from bareback steeds <br />Their rotting limbs entwining the weeds <br />Through history’s years, man’s tainted deeds <br />Have cursed these chamber walls <br />And planted fruitless seeds <br /> <br />Let it be known that the <br />Wicked heart reaps <br />Wicked rewards <br />When sky’s light so ends its burning <br />Bright <br /> <br />Lest we fight <br />Oh, lest we fight<br /><br />Aven Black<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-muscle/
