The Duchess Witch
A sonnet of love and enchantment.
I was out for a walk among Greenwood ,
When I first saw her some five years ago.
An enchanting Beauty so great, one could
Never ignore her celestial glow .
The Duchess witch grows as I wait and watch;
She becomes the Conqueror of all man .
She paints her life in color. Every swatch
More glorious than even Heavens span.
But now the Duchess and I meet often.
My five-year ritual has come to pass.
We share teas and cakes atop a coffin;
Our love is the epitome of class.
With each word from her lips I am Spellbound.
Forever faithful, your wild grove hound.
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