Rendezvous at the Magravial
The diva’s tremolo sustained, a monarch swarm,
in shadowed box, the Duke gropes his courtesan,
only noticing as he tumbles from the balcony,
his white cravat dyed Burgundy.
This is a One-Line Poem for Chalkboard’s Prompt: Blood by Chris Coolsma
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