Lace
 

Lace

A red satin gown dripping to the floor,
Her features caressed within

A golden flow of locks,
That rests upon her pretty head

She stands above her husband,
His body below, dead

French blade gripped tightly,
Crimson stained

Lace's husband has cheated,
But now he's defeated

Wow...These are some old threads

damn, though it was about blood & lace, very bloody 70's film

this a thread for poems?

It isn't SUPPOSED to be about poems...Those should go in the writing forum

yeah, so all the artistic peeps can display their work.

yup

I'm artistic, i should post there......


there once was a man called ned
he had a dog called ted
but once the dog knew he was called ted
he bit off his owners head.

can't understand why you haven't been published :D

Old Macdonald sitting on a bench
Beating his meat with a monkey wrench
Missed his meat and hit his balls
Bled all over his overhauls