She walks on brittle bones,
Swiftly sauntering by archers way;
The baroness in mourning,
Dressed for the Sunday service,
Bleeding on diamond delicacy;
She only breaths for deaths pardon,
On candlestick melting pot,
The bruises hid for all to follow;
With frailty-- she only sleeps at dawn;
By daylights retreat on centerfolds pageant,
It smiles only for me.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
