What Mortal Coil
Why sinkest thou beneath the recesses of thy stature? Art thou imbibing in some strange concoction? What mortal coil doth sink her claws into thy fair and noble flesh at thy finest hour to waste thy tender youth? O’ me! What have I done to hasten thee to flee into the arms of such a vixen? She who frothed at mouth and wailed away her siren song along a raging sea. When all the while my fairest love who suckled at this breast in jest, hath gone to suckle at the breast of such a beast who was unleashed by Satan’s power. Thou dost not see; thou dost not see! For only she hath but devised thy own demise. Henceforth , the hour ’twill be unknown, ’twill shake this body to the bone, my heart will quake and I shall see this wretched soul make fool of me. If in the end, time, not my friend, doth impart a seed. O’ me!
©Kay Salady Poetry