Monday, April 28, 2014

Poetry Project, day 28- dactylic pentameter- sounds like something that I don't want to happen to me.


High and the mighty might look down on all that they see here.
Knights and their squires are hustling about for you, dear.
Hold up your head- that’s the way- just a natural gesture.
Do not hide behind your cloak or any other vesture.
Fate takes your glove and will gently massage all your fingers.
Look, all around at your choice- see whose glances will linger.
But: pay attention to me, and I never will harm you.
So chose with care or you’ll see all the trouble I can brew.

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