At The Pity Party (A Poem)

She had a little pity party
a very pithy pity party
ending long
before the moon
gave way night
to the sun.
Then sleeping
did he come to her
with blonde
and brilliant
hair he came.
She drew her sword
against him
– yet –
and struggled
with his might.
He kissed her cheeks
still wet with tears
he did not understand
these endless tears so wet
and yet
so wet
he let them touch him so.

Ellespeth

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