To my unknown lover, forgive me
Forgive me for I loved you
From the depths of my hollow soul,
For I nourished feelings and desires
This enterprise certainly is foolish
You, my dearest, shall never know but
Everything I kept from you
And the nothingness I so often presented...
Is it better though? My dearest...
I wish no harm inflicted upon you
Your youthful heart, joyous and secluded,
Has been bruised before by one like me
A small subtle, yet deep scar ’till death
Forever engraved upon your very being
I but a mere culprit could become
An acolyte to deepen the wound shall I-
No! Over my very grave should I ever
Make another maiden weep
I’d rather pluck my sinful eyes out
And bleed a river of sorrows than
Gaze upon your sobbing visage
Your hazel eyes, a sunny meadow midfall
With pesky lightning bugs flickering ’round
Your glossy iris playfully
Often I’ve found myself exploring them
Strolling alongside your soothing voice
Dancin’ merrily through the auburn fields
Till’ the woods’ ticker I reached
There you were, dear, Titania herself
The beauty and the brawn, my esteemed empress
With locks of wild raven hair
Yer glorious mane fluttering as you
Were prancing along the chilly breeze
Your earthy dress, woven with care
Did not only beautifully show
Your Aphrodisian, mellow shapes but
Hid deep inside the huntress’s spirit
A fierce swallow, beloved Artemis
Thy mane, more than beauty, more than a trophy
For you, fair maiden, are stronger than any gent
I’ve ever encountered before
Thoth’s brightest pupil with dagger eyes
And Venus’s pageant rival
As myn ballad tiresome may grow
I simply wish to confess: you amaze me.
As you snapped that serpent’s scrag and
You took that poor church mouse up,
Holdin’ it tight at thyn breast and
Tendin’ its wounds so meticulously-
Oh! Poor unfortunate soul...
My heart rapidly melted at such a wondrous sight
Then, I would’ve embraced the two of you
Feeling the candid warmth of you
To bind our hearts together and thus
Let our love grow and blossom like a crimson carnation.
A lovely dream, yet, one that haunts me
For I hesitantly turned on you...
I did not wish for such, but the Devil!
The Devil who is I made myn do-
Curses! Blasphemy! My fallen stars!
Now, only towards the pit can I drift...
I clenched myn trembling fists
Shut my eyes, covered my ears and I ran,
Ran and ran ’till to-day
Was it mere cowardice that pushed me?
The answer shall remain an enigma but
Perhaps, one day, I’ll look into it
Truth be told, I did look once
I cannot muster courage to voice
For when I looked at me-self
There lay the wretched faun...
Filthy creature of lust, nothin’ but
A dandy scallywag, an infidel to myn Madonna
He preyed upon thyn delicate bossom
He slobbered perfusively behind yer nape
His fragnant stench, oh, such beautiful repugnance!-
So stunning that I felt myself morphing...
The vexed billygoat snarls and latches onto me,
Penetrating my dark chamber so vile-
That dastardly chap got me.
He carelessly entered my soul and layed his
Nefarious, rotten eggs there as if here were a snake, and I?
His humble den. A mere vessel...
The mind became overcast, so did the sky
The flowers withered, the grass burnt and grey
The once jolly trees became screaming pillars
Of cobble, ghoulish faces with oozing empty sockets
A hiss, a rattle and a squeak, painful squeak
An intriguing paradox before my eyes!...
I find myself in this desolate land
Where welcomed by a demonic being...
No! I refuse! This cannot be... simply not!
Her eyes grew pitch black as the starry sky midnight
With two sparkling silver stars luring me inside
Gone was her elegant gown, revealing it all
All her perfect imperfections, all her curved edges...
Two bloody lips smirking, steamy and luscious
Dangling before me...
Oh, dear Hebe, why must I mock myself?
I threw myself in the cold fiery pit
So that I should drown my breathing corspe in a puddle of shame
I berate me-self for allowing such
Yet, as I float adrift in the boiling river
A passing-by Charon gently picks me up,
Amiable but miserable, content though.
No words were uttered, no sound made
In myn tranquil demise, one thing I realised
To hide would be futile as pretty lies are bound
To crumble and the hideous truth shall prevail
The Hadean figure was her, just her
The satyr is I and he is me
So, to atone, I must smite myself this instant
My beloved, I beg of you not to...
I implore you not to mistake my words
The last thing you would ever be is harlot, one of them Succubi
But I fear, I fear for my protruding eyes have sinned...
I, but a shameless warped fiend
You, a trifling rose that made me bleed a river of joyful apathy
Now, ’till I bite the bitter-sweet dust
I vow to you that I shall brawl ceaselessly with myn blood
So that I should keep us safe from me-self
Whether is just of selfish, only Kronos is to decide
But, for one brief moment, dear lass, allow to chant my coda:
My pious Persephone, sweet demise of mine
My bloody Mary, oh, sour cherry of January
A fragment of myn heart, forever yours and yours only
Shall it be ’till I will fall like a morning star
And I shall cherish our unspoken love love ’till my
Finale damnation has come.
