The Blues Lady – Eduard Dantes

She sang of the Devil’s wicked ways
And the Angel’s naked lies;
Neither of the two
Building a road
Over burning coals
Nor a boat
To float on water
Yet both full of promises
Written in the diamonds of dreams.
 

She sang the blues
And hit the notes;
Her statement of never again,
And created a cushion
Upon which she
And the gifts they’d left
Could rest.

eduard696dantes

his name rhymes with ‘mince’. He’s rarely without a notebook and can usually be found next to the closest bottle of red wine. Previously a writer for The Roehampton Lane Journal.

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