a study toward sonnet #904 by FisherKingKQJ
You weren't one to pose for better light,
Or dress in colours flattering your looks;
As inner beauty was prime in your sight,
Enlightened by words in religious books.
You said that mirrors were deceptive crooks,
By Prophet Mohammed, I must agree,
Quicksilver rough no face traps, no fraud brooks,
The human spirit for all eyes goes free.
Dyed hair and wigs won't have caused you glee,
For ages our love kept you from the dead,
The sickness rid wars knocked your apogee,
The turncoats who tricked you caused us dread.
You lie in your coffin, your soul is slow,
Till hair and nails are hesitant to grow.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 slow
o $10,000,000 dawdling
o $10,000,000 tardy
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