Unwana

Unwana, Unwana, I have chosen you amongst the daughters of men, amongst the maidens of my felon tribe, to bear the torch of our waning kindred… Unwana, I have chosen you, favoured one, out of the delights of the heart to take the minstrel seat and chant soft songs with the lyre under the tutelage of my watchful eyes… My dear one, cast not doubts on the temerity of my youth for I have long mastered the tenets of the minstrels’ creed… With bare hands, I struck the thick hide of the talking drum hysterical on those moonlit nights at the town square to impulsive dance steps of frenzied maidens…enamoured of my rare finesse… My palms have befriended the thorny terrains of the tambourine and twirled the orbit of the maracas, my fingers have bled on the strings of the sitar steered by the lyrical accompaniment of my magic lips… O delight of the heart Let me school you in the ways of minstrels, in the stupendous art of rhetoric, far beyond the scope of my peerage gathered from my days of celibate sojourning My dear one, cast not doubts on the temerity of my youth for I have long mastered the tenets of the minstrels’ creed… O nubile maiden, On the fortnight of my name day when you shall be given to me, my dear one, with accompaniment of conjugal songs and the harp… that selfsame night when the first cry of a true poet was heard in all our lands… Unwana, I shall besiege you in your chambers, in the cloak of Night, where I shall invade the animalistic boundaries of your virgin territory, to lay claims to your fertile heart, to take full possession thereof… you shall yearn for my soft brutality, and I for your insatiable warmth—the pride of your long preserved maidenhood and then, we shall become one bonded by our innate desires as stars congregate to form a conscious mind to preserve our universe… O delight of my heart!