Adelle Yvonne

Lazy like a sleeping panther
Adelle Yvonne, I can’t trust your answer
The folly of the crippled dancer
Tricked me
Casual as black commanders
Winning wars the ghosts of Flanders
Shudder as their death enhances quickly
Adelle Yvonne
Long wide moments
Adelle Yvonne
Half closed eyes at shelter in Calais
Put up priests to complicate you
Put up sheets to dust protect you
Slipped your mind the words to warn you
Tell me
Can’t expect to test your valor
After all there’s only horror
Still there’s roads you shouldn’t follow
Guide me
Tell me, why her skirts are finer linen?
Is she suffering the anguish found in cowards?