Three daggers in a heart

By littleditty

Wed, 19 Mar 2008
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In the East, she left three daggers in a heart.
By this stone she sits to wipe the blood on moss
Under the single light of one true moon.
It is all Shakespeare, any play,
Though she is no Iago, she has victories and vanquished.
Though she is no Witch, there are things that she has seen
And by this stone she sits, to wipe the swords clean.

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Comments

Submitted by onemorething on
I like this, simple, clever, short.

 

Submitted by Ewan on
...and mysterious. I like it.

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Submitted by Ssor on
That imagery aligns well with the classic literature and ideas. It's a natural fit. Quite an experiment!

Ross McCague