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Re: And the Violin Played
The "his blood in lace" was a last minute choice. Her own blood was in her lacy outfit. And then when the lover dies close to her, his blood is on her lace. And then when the first guy dies he's in her lace as well.
I'm extremely proud of this poem. I've never put so much dedication in a poem before. I'm glad my hard work shows.
And I'm glad the rhyme isn't over done! I was extremely worried about that.
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