Tales of a Poor Poge by Richard Palmer - HTML preview

RAGE OF HUNGER

I have been dwelling in a dream of you

Trying to hold onto your beauty

Before your loveliness takes flight

And returns to the home of dreams,

A distant land where I yet cannot go.

Love turned a fiery eye to him

And a cold eye to me.

To be left as a man chained before a banquet

In a rage of hunger burning,

While another feasted before me

Dining like a lord in this cruel kingdom.