Only Once

Twas only once she lost her heart

But she has never found it since;

She climbs upon the mountains black,

Among the old embattlements


And thinks of what she gave away,

The blank forgetfulness of time

No doubt, will help her out one day.


Those breathless days she bathed in risk

And danced the dance of many stunts –


They happened, yes —


But only once

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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