Let Me Perish In The Night

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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She was once one of the most Beautiful women in the world But age purges away the smooth; Cracks appear in the marble. But yet how often, did I marvel Gaze on her serene eastern, beauty. Sure, it's as if her time on earth Had been, once truly captured In that lens, actual split-second The Moonlight captivating shone On the Taj Mahal's inner sanctum, It awakened an angel who groaned. Wiping the long sleep from her eyes Spied a blue shooting star—wished. 'When I die, ' let me perish in the night A star cracking open the universe Let me crackle in the lightning's bolt So, it was and is exactly as she dreamed. Her black ringlets coiled like a snake Her comet's tail leads me to distraction; If only her beauty could have remained Shallow as an open grave, wouldn't we All have leapt into that timeless void Wouldn't I be the destiny of her sum?

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