So Rightly, So Brightly
by Andrea M. Newton
Oh, she walks in beauty's grace, all right,
Till in your arms she's spent the night.
Then she finds she's cast aside
As with another you abide.
And God forbid she bears a child!
Lord Byron's ways are far too wild
To be considered fatherly --
He'll send her to a nunnery!
Just ask the babe Allegra this.
She craved her father's loving kiss,
But died alone in convent halls,
Buried outside graveyard walls.
Mother forbidden from her side,
All alone Allegra died.
How many more have you sentenced to death?
While they begged your love with final breath?
Lord Byron, I curse you evermore
With the voices of the hundred-score
You've bedded, and left for other desires,
And children whose souls have stoked your fires.
May their shivering cries for love 'round you swell
As your soul burns so rightly, so brightly in Hell,
'Til you learn what is right also is true
For all men given birth, even for you:
No poetry's muse shall ever give right
To the hideous crimes you've committed at night.
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