So honored, Madame
To walk in your company
It’s time for promenade
Underneath the gray mirror skies
And the birds of prey.
Would you like some tea Madame?
Oh enjoyable presence,
See how I shine
And it is not just my shoes!
It’s a pleasant garden, n’est-ce pas?
Where Madame spots the vulture’s shadow.
Oh, how I would like to say,
But words fail me,
- They are in every menial mouth,
How banal! -
I’d rather not speak them
Surely you must know what I mean…
Voulez-vous danser?
Yes, I’m a lousy dancer
But so natural when I haha
When I hahaha
When I laugh, so preciously
And infinitely precious is your beauty, Madame.
Where she wonders: is this a garden or a jungle?
But Madame, why do you shiver
You quiver, dear, you worry…
Why, you shouldn’t, now that I’m here
Because I shall protect you
(And would you like more champagne?)
As I shall take care of you
Day after rain.
In this jungle, Madame is hurt
Bitten by poisonous frogs,
Fatally ill.
Oh stop pretending Madame,
This place is chic!
A perfect garden
Where I picture you with flowers,
In a white dress.
Don’t make me name the concept,
Oh so trite!
Testament, you see?
Or was it Marriage?
Why do I seem to confuse
Those words I cannot say…
Marriage is what I meant
And by the way,
My name is Madman,
What is your name?
Till in the darkness of birds of prey
Madame is running
(With poison in her blood)
Running away. |
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somhow the vulture's shadow is circling...,intriguing write X.......poor Madame,
stan
ove,
Susan