That Scabbard of Pride

How oft thy contents hast me bled

Disembowelled my hopes

And tender yearnings

 

I rue that bazaar

Where I found thee winking

 

And all those encrustations

Rub me barnacle raw

 

And no salty ocean of tears

Can offer yet a salve

 

For thou art deeply etched

my brutal loathsome inking

 

But I had to haggle for thee

The fuller price lay hidden

 

My jewelled treasure

My bitter sanguine curse

 

My faithful companion

My sarcophagus and hearse

 

I rue that bazaar

Where I found thee winking