Green Lady kissed me one night
A whisper so soft, such emotion
Her voice fell quiet, yet a banshee's scream
And I'm trapped in the sense of her lips
Her emerald palms envelops me
And arranges the thorns on my skin
My deepest desire, my greatest sins
Are poisoned in that iron embroidery
She grants me wings with a single flaw
Made a bird not meant to fly
With feathers on the ground around me
I hurt with the touch she has given













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-George Gordon Byron
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