Cold November sky.
Dedicated to
Alice in a palace, red wine, crystal chalice.
I drink to thee with lips.
I drink of thee with eyes.
Alice never callous.
Words chosen ever flawless
Always speaking truths.
Never seeming to tell lies.
Alice turning cold and heartless.
Leaps at me with hate and malice.
Leaves me lying limp and lifeless
Beneath a cold November sky.
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