This Poem was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge. See Link:
You may also wish to read my previous entry for the 3-way challenge:
The maiden softly sleeps,
Free from the ravages of time
her heart no longer weeps
perfectly preserved in her prime.
Her chest neither rises nor falls,
She’s released from his hateful endeavour.
from his faithless and lustful calls,
Her eyes have closed forever.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22/October/2018