What profits a man
This man himself thinks
When war takes a boy
He then takes a drink
Drowning his sorrow
The sinew now sinks
While mourning the payment
Of The Great war's high cost
In an old world he finds
Reprieve from exhaust
Glorious applause
The Matadors remind
Of what once was robust
Their echo his kind
Now his vigor retouched
His life has rebound
'Spite the virility crushed
Then a fair siren's sound
Short haired, without blush
He buys one more round
And longs for her touch
No love can be found
War has stolen too much
Her spirit unbound
She noticed he's flushed
And turns his gaze down
Her motives unjust
She keeps his heart bound
Then something about him
Makes her heart stir
His story so grim
But her lusts undeterred
She's still a fatale
Every bit still a lush
She drunkens his friends
And no one is rushed
She takes one by one
Until they are slurred
Ah, the Matador boy
The one she prefers
She calls to her toy
Of course becomes hers
The years now a blur
With her young lover gone
She asks him to have her
With a stretch and a yawn
But his desire cannot stir
Also the sun tops the dawn
He drives with a whisper
And possibilities dwelt on
Hey, check out yesterdays post. I'm leaving you guys a trail of clues
I haven't made it easy, so keep your eyes peeled!!
Day 1:
Today, I nominate
! Go check out her posts! She has great original artwork, travel photos, animals, and a whole bunch of other really interesting stuff!!
The rules of the game are as follows:
- 7 random black & white images that represent an aspect of your life
- Present one image every day for seven days
- No people
- No explanation
- Nominate someone every day. Although anyone can join in
- Use the tag: #sevendaybnwchallenge as one of your five tags