The creature, its middle years approaching,
Was fierce; a fading beauty swift to rage,
Yet stroking the egos it did engage
In conversation. How it took to wing,
Soaring above the morbid dross of life.
Nothing touched it; no salt on this birds tail.
Then he appeared, a ghost ship in full sail;
Wielding covert endearments like a knife.
The creature faltered in mid flight and fell,
Her heart tattooing wildly in despair.
He said “But all I wanted was to care.
My love can’t be the cause of your death knell.”
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