BALLAD Poem: HENCE FORTNIGHT, by Carla Carta

Two seven days time, waiting nigh
The carriage driver
Arrives tomorrow, once surmised
The man is hung by her

The Warden granting – Death –
In Eager’s Fortnight hence
Her Spartan household waking Dread
In Eager’s Fortnight hence

Two realms entomb’d, the quiv’ring Door
The rest await her corps
Their harrowed tales of Life and Want
Abandoned heretofore

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