Like Any Good Poet
"Poetry is never compromise," she said.
Promise: I will not compromise.
It does not behoove me to speak the truth,
with my tongue upon the knot of the Hangman's noose,
swing a sword bejeweled with lies -- especially not yours.
I shall take those gems
weave them into that reviled hempen rope,
and scatter them upon my skin and my hair
and glitter in the daylight like the unseen firmament painted mazarine
faded lovingly cyaneous by the Lady King of the Sky,
both all-fire and drawing soft grey veils across her face;
Like any good poet worth her salt.
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