Queen Lear
Carried in her a rapturous hearth
Wrapped in placental cotton, a miraculous birth
Golden sands of autumn mirth
Yet the tides walloped, Queen Midas's firth
Words wrapped in quaint verse
Failed to part her newborn's lips, echoes terse
A cradle buried in soot, a harrowing hearse
Her bundle in an eternal slumber amidst god's murmurs
Sarcophagus molded in marble and stone
As the weeping lacrimals in madness atone
For mistakes burgundy's path had frantically blown
A night's magic, now a snowy winter to endlessly mourn
As the lullabies unfolded in the passing breeze
Draped was a bundle in virgin white, thrown to the seas
As her autumn's leaves fell to nature's lofty fees
The beauty levitated to a heavenly lullaby's tease
As down trickles a carnage in momentous tears
Crevices and fissures fail to pave the veneers
Yet the voracious voices within wail, cacophonous are one's own jeers
As she succumbs to embrace her fate, my dear Queen Lear
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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