Laments, Lady of Charlotte, To Lancelot
In the garbage lilies may bloom
Yet in its odor will always loom
Faint traces of its abused past
Wounds may fade but traces last
Had heaven pity on this fool
And struck her down dead where she lay
That she did not see another day
Mourned in loss and wasted away
If I tore out these eyes of mine
And blinded to the sight divine
That caught my eyes, I will not sin
By yearning love not mine to keep
When I first tasted love’s venom
How enflamed passions burnt anew
Love pulsed through my soul, a fiery hue
Yet overcomes now solemn Fate,
I am innocent no more.
I will ne’er be what I was before
I depart now, wretched heart
From the remainders of my waste
In hopes that in my death regain
What love I sought and sought in vain
Your lady fair sure owns your heart
Yet your remorse mine for evermore
In the shadows I will meet thee
In your darkest hours to greet thee
Midst deadly silence, fancies free me
Whisper, but my name, you’ll see me…
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