Wednesday, October 1

Lachrymose Louisa

Lachrymose Louisa through her languid lucite tears
Mourns lovers lost a thousand times,
So fragile in her fears.

Once upon an evening she requited some dark deed.
Such recompense as makes hearts dense
Was crafted from foul seed.

Tailors sewed her moony gown in layers of fine lace
Sartorial skill, so coveted still,
In foam concealed her face.

Mystic maiden, comtemplating, drifted from her court.
Love once hidden did as bidden,
With this false consort.

Naughty one, Louisa dear, to play such puckish tricks;
Seas of fishes—all you wishes—
Now you take your pick.

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