The Lunacy

Thou knocked at the door of my heart,

I opened the gates and believed it to be serendipitous.

Couldn't see the deceitful eyes

Because I was drowned in the ocean of unfathomable love.

I know not what theurgy it was, but thou art an epitome of a flawless necromancer.

I thought thy heart was my abode,

I thought thy love knew no bounds.

Then I saw that fire evanescent, I saw that euphoria fade,

Then came the moment thou bid adieu.

Thou wert not a faithful amante,

Nor wert thou a fidus achates.

O whited sepulcher!

Thou art unaware of the pulchritude of love,

Thou art unaware of the dolour of love.

Love fills with languor,

Love tears asunder,

Love makes one a nyctophile.

Ac now when I see the welkin, I remember the eld me and chortle out loud.

O the lunacy!