The Waning Moon

Rolling eyes and painted face
Witness to your hidden fire,
Lips that part in a grimace
Writhing with desire.

Loud you laugh and shake your hair,
Stretching wide your haughty arms,
Seek for lovers in despair
Of your waning charms.

But your pride unbroken stays,
Never will to kindness bend,
In the autumn of your days
Stubborn to the end.
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Irenaeus Referendarius
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