Artlessly Deceptive - Poem by Soren Valentine
O fire-tongued faery, serene and mute,
how your elements have consumèd my heart,
leading me, bending me without dispute;
with thine evil yet comely art!
Sith we met for the evening pealing,
my spirit is vexed, yet this you ken,
because you've caused this damned fool's feeling,
Betrayed; is this the fate of all men?
I watch for her, alert and shy,
lest favourably I fall to her insipid love,
At length I wish I would die!
or otherwise fly to the serene above.
Inveigled into a love poignant and languished,
for ever yearning to see her aetherial wings,
to relish in her grandeur; a freedom relinquished,
enthralled for whilst voiceless she sings.
In fealty I lived to this queen and her demesne,
in reward I would hear her quire,
but under her spell I no longer remain,
maugre her being my heart's Desire.
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