Virginal death (daily challenge)

A virgin corpse dances

On life’s metallic glances

While decayed stars of yore

Parade in an unholy galore

A virgin mouth speaks silences

In the echoes of no distances

To the ears of no poor princes

In the arms of no nuances

Virgin arms hold nothing

But a dress that is shredding

At the seams

While natural, nothing seems

An early morning’s dew

Silently, was torn

When the ingenue

No one will mourn

Was interred.

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