VANITY WROTE A SONNET!
After the bugle call War begins and great men fall After the trumpet sound Amidst bloodshed, bleeding dreams abound When the bugle sounds Then regal vultures are called to feasting...
TO THE CHILD BRIDE
YOU WILL NOT SEE ME COME! MY SCENTS YOU WILL NOT SNIFF! THE THOUGHTS OF MY MIND YOU WILL NOT READ! NEVER WILL YOU CATCH THE WAVE OF MY DRIFT!...