With quill and silver knife She carved a poison pen Wrote to her lover`s wife: "Your husband`s seed has fed my flesh".
As if a leper`s face That tainted letter graced The wife with choke-stone throat Ran to the day with tear-blind eyes. Impaled on nails of ice And raked with emerald fire The wife with soul of snow With steady hands begins to write:
"I`m still, I need no life To serve on boys and men What`s mine was yours is dead I take my leave of mortal flesh"
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