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I Blame Ye Not (Song to Brutus: Part Two)

At least you, child,
Had the decency to kiss the dagger
With which thou rent my Heart.

I have much time, to think about things now.
I could notice every hungry stare at my Crown,
But not the sheer Trickery played by those Carrions on thee.

Surely, they would have persuaded you their cause was Just,
Using the Honour thou cherishes most
As ammunition against thee.

I blame ye not, Brutus, for how could I?
If even my Angel has turned a blade against me,
There is no point to living, simply to breathe.

– Desdemona

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Caesar (Ghost)’s Song to Brutus

Forget me not, my darling,
I pray you forget me never.

Mimosa pudica  I may be,
Though my bones exalt in reverie,
Don't forget our love,
As pure as an ivory dove.

For you were friend and
Brother to my bones,
My forgotten soul remembers
The laughs we've shared 
From times old.

Though as poison ivy
You hath struck me,
Purpled and venom-tongued, envenomed,
I shall but wither 
As a Forget-me-not,
While Roses and Briars
Over my tomb do conspire.

– Desdemona

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Ghosts of Time

I am haunted,
Haunted by ghosts.
'Could have been', 'Should have been',
'Could be', and 'Should be' 
Are their names.
Alas, it is only these four
That fill my lonesome days.

'Could have been',
'Could have been',
How pitiful you are!
Your grandiose wishes
Were crushed by
Circumstance and chance.

'Should have been'
Shushes all others,
A pearl among the gems.
He lies like a carcass
Hewn for the hounds, helpless.

'Could be' is the cruellest of them all,
A cry to the present,
But to 'face thyself' is to 'face thy enemy',
'Tis but a cascading conquest.

'Should be' is the sternest,
The shrillest of the four,
The future is in her hands,
Though the past is set in stone.

These companions, mine,
Seem to enter the eye
Only in the depths of Night,
To flow like sand under a rock,
Wasting hours of my life.

– Maya Desdemona

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The War Begins Silently

The beginning of the war will be secret. 
There will be no parades or commendations, 
No grand declarations nor proud generals boasting.
No vaunting valour for the brave soldiers 
Marching surely down to their doom.
The beginning of the war will be secret.

It will begin as these things always do,
Slowly marching to an inexorable doom.
A flower's petals gradually unfurl, 
And the dominoes to be toppled are all placed. 
Back door deals and under the table betrayals, 
The beginning of the war will be secret.

– Arsh

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Ode To The Burnt (Matchstick)

Are you a burnt little matchstick?
Struck against scraping sandpaper
Till you shine bright enough to be a star,
But the joy of being enough is robbed by the end, without going far.

Burnt, crippled, broken, and used,
Now showing no more potential nor promise,
You are thrown away by the world,
Tossed in a pile without a thought,
The light you brought, they forgot,
So they have simply left you to rot.

-Maya Desdemona

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Loss

I suppose there was truth when Calpurnia said:
"The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes."

For as I stare out my window,
Glancing at heaven above and ground below,
I see white lilies mourn the loss of a kind soul from this world,
And the mighty heavens themselves stand in shame at their helplessness.

On this day
A great and kindly spirit was robbed from this Earth,
Far too early, sooner than one would anticipate,

And simply...
That.

That spirit has left this Earth, and left us mortals in its wake
As fleeting as the picture captured
With these gifts called memories.

-Desdemona

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Lured By Promises

Come on in,
Dip your toes in this-

Though I can't promise that the water will always be fine
In this tumultuous sea,
I will be your net,
Your safety boat,
Your clamouring hand
That reaches the shore,
That life-guard's vest
With a red whistle to blow
A calm embrace,
A caress to the face,
But while this siren says...
Your drowning I cannot replace.

– Maya Desdemona