a study toward sonnet #1,400 by FisherKingKQJ
(lxx)
She's pretty yet in these much later years,
Her blonde hair bobbed now faded ashen white,
And out her black veil dark eyes twinkle tears
At her dead spouse's horrid burial rite.
He'd towered above her, she'd twigged them peers,
His better half she'd often sweetly skite;
True, proxied, host a parasite appears,
A decade difference in age a mite.
I myself was laid out once with plague,
And comatose months on end, awoke
I played dead possum, pleased so kindred folk,
My will unwritten was, my burial vague.
I watch unseen my love the loving leech,
She's wafer thin, a waif now within reach.
o leech
o bloodsucker
o vampire
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