La Tragédie Inexistante

Dreaming of the sylvan shade, the silver coated night,

I felt a numinous presence, underneath a sky so bright!

Amidst the titter-tatter, chitter-chatter, who touched my Achilles’ heel,

Is it you? Are you there? Why don’t ye reveal?

I wonder here, I ponder there, ‘O’ ye pristine damsel,

I’m cipher now, yet ebullient; ye caused my heart to swell!

‘O’ my Acushla, ‘O’ my Darling, cease thy emollient pain,

Incommunicado I lay, malaise day, my heart’s a moving train!

Estrange me not; I’m cupid’s maestro, aborigine of thy heart,

Ye accuse me now, is it just? Ye shot the love-coated dart!

‘O’ cursed malefactor, coven’s presider, ye devour my soul,

Diabolism thy art, ‘O’ Satan’s mistress, now I despise thy call!

Rejuvenate, revive, recoup – I’m waiting for ethereal dispensation,

This world is selfish and savage and now I seek salvation.