Hester

No you don't
Nor will you
Won't
Ships sailed
Flies day all day
and not confront pale flowers of may
Day brings blown ballast
Flown owned by a callous cliche

By the winds of the west
Your sins regressed
Addressed in your chest
On your breast a scarlet vest
with an embroidered A

Hester
I attest
Her Lord hath gifted and blessed
Her benediction was beauty but Alpha confessed
Her malediction, an affliction, the addiction to friction
Mid-diction, bad in description, words as fiction
But depictions, a quick shun
Such is the real distance from Hester

Celestial aeons
Tides will never align
Sure in my knowing
We'll never intertwine
And though you say it you know
You don't love me and shan't be mine

I, an author. Of dim tale's
You a prynne-cess
I'd love to say
All day, All day
Soiled away
that pale may day

I'll never stray
Never yours
Waiting, whittling a crimson A
As a matter of course
Sackcloth and ash for a foray
Into beauty and contrition
For a torso, fey
And moreso, an intution
That scars shall remind of what I'd gladly pay

My fealty weakens me
Your subtle frailties beacons me
To say you do

No you don't
Nor will you want
Skin peeling like sails furled
In harbor all day
That this pale may flower
I shan't board this ship
A glinting Pearl
to remind me why the pain was worth it