Ambition, Love and Mortal Fate
Before me, as I slept one summer night
Came, graced in gems of midnight’s pale beams
Three maidens, wrought of finest faery dreams
For never had I witnessed such a sight
Of passioned beauty. Still of grace, in spite
There loomed above their forms like ghastly steams,
The product of all pessimism’s schemes:
The shade of melancholy’s ghastly sprite
Upborn upon the sky! In wistful shroud,
It stalked each footstep on the placid frown
Of earth’s terrain, beneath their wistful gait
Until at last, it drained (like drains a cloud
The last of evening’s rays, which frightened, flown)
These maids: Ambition, Love, and mortal Fate.
© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov
Copyright © Gleb Zavlanov | Year Posted 2014
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