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MountainCappuccino
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Something I cooked up for a sonnet contest. One line has 11 syllables and another only 9.(No wonder I didn't win :-D ) The inspiration for this was the story of Pygmalion and Galatea.
Before me lies my divine masterpiece
My impeccable work of art and skill
On her soft face the tranquil look of peace
I am but a lowly slave to her will
In my dark woodland she forever sleeps
Clad in pallid silk on cold stone she lay
When I behold her beauty I but weep
Repaired and sewn are sickly scars from past
Long gone is the reek of formaldehyde
Till I have the gods favor she will last
Away from prying eyes my secret I hide
Anticipating Aphrodite's grace
That it may be shewn upon her pale corpse
And her sweet hemlock I once again will taste
Before me lies my divine masterpiece
My impeccable work of art and skill
On her soft face the tranquil look of peace
I am but a lowly slave to her will
In my dark woodland she forever sleeps
Clad in pallid silk on cold stone she lay
When I behold her beauty I but weep
Repaired and sewn are sickly scars from past
Long gone is the reek of formaldehyde
Till I have the gods favor she will last
Away from prying eyes my secret I hide
Anticipating Aphrodite's grace
That it may be shewn upon her pale corpse
And her sweet hemlock I once again will taste