Hasdrubal the Boetharch Pt 2
So it be, lover,
And so must we believe
The pagan life awaiting us;
It leaves a sour taste in my head,
But everyone is blind, and their tongues
never reach beyond their own lips.
I love you, you say on my couch,
But upon the stage will I garnish you
With the feathers of my angel wings;
I give a piece of myself to you, my love.
They all serenade my mysticism,
And with their fragile hearts, fall in love
Upon a moonless night.
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