Huddled poor the masses, did you say, not I. <br />Whirlpools hide the dragon and it's eye. <br />Needles would I thread upon one point. <br />Before the Gavel falls, I'd hear your allocution. <br /> <br />While one was never made, ambition grew. <br />Each priest before his god, one never stood. <br />Here a rose and there it's bud, yet beauty paused. <br />Lillie's look caused her to Donn a rustic mask.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-robed-the-bench-and-power/
