At first I thought it so unclean
Before it hit me like a sting
At first I thought it was a sin
Till I craved the joys within
A smile to deceive the firmest beings
Delilah again, or so it seems
I let it go, a childish thing
But a child was I of early teens
Let it go, a wondrous queen
With but a memory left within
Thought of all I left indeed
A tree cut down before could plant the seed
Years passed, so did dreams
To transform both to different teams
Guilt endured, with hand on chin
Made me crave for but one thing
To return and redeem the lovely theme
And bring the things that make us grin
Oh, how great, how ungrim
Was the thought of such a beam?
But how degrading, effing mean
Being forgotten like a dream
Now eighteen and she nineteen
Now in dark and none to lean
What mean name bares our lovely queen?
One and only. . . Marleen
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Short Story / Horror
Short Story / Thrillers
Poem / Other
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