Land of Haven and Fated Death
\nVirginia Carraway Stark<\/p>\n
Spades played on spades
\nDominoes crash
\nOn the square by the sea
\nWhere white means death
\nBeauty is a tomb
\nAnd creation is a cruel fate
\nThey say nothing is impossible
\nIs it merely a cruel riddle to mean
\nThat nothing can be excluded
\nFrom this world of crushing pain?
\nWaves and wind
\nThree chosen to prove that all is safe
\nA haven amidst the spade and crashing dominoes
\nCrossed golden swords
\nLaughable pointless, a golden sword
\nBut less funny, if it runs you through
\nTheir metal is strong enough to pierce flesh the once
\nThree is two
\nThe swords scrape the fat into a copper pot
\nWhere saffron and roses are mingled
\nWith honey over the heat
\nTo make an exotic delight
\nAnd then there was only one
\nGolden doors closed
\nWhite porcelain tiles cover the walls,
\nEdged with elegant scrolling blue
\nHigh above head height
\nOver seeing all
\nThe beaten copper pot
\nWould have been big enough to hold
\nAll three girls whole
\nBut not all was wanted
\nFrom the ancient man who stirs the pot
\nWith the ancient stirring spoon
\nThe mountains block the world from one side
\nThe sea on the other
\nAnd only one last girl
\nSinging with all her heart
\nIs left to prove this is a haven
\nHeavy lights hang overhead
\nFrom spider’s webs
\nThat tremble at her song
\nNothing is left for her
\nWhen the last delicate line of silk
\nIs destined to fail
\nHer song crushed
\nAlong with her beauty
\nIn the tomb built for a queen
\nSpades on spades <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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