Ten-Thousand Tra-Las

A book of Cynis poems, filled with foppery and romance.

Scarlet

If Beauteous Empress said to me

You may possess my gay Dynasty

if you will send your love away,

then this is what I'd say:

Good Scarlet Empress, Lady, thankee

for offering me your gay dynasty,

I'd liefer keep my love by far,

yea, Lady, my love, tra-la!

Hope

' Hope was assuaging:

its glimmer

cheered my gloomy pilgrimage

to the gold shrine of your love...

a mirage of water pool and palms

to a nomad lost in the South...

but in the end it only makes thirst worse '.

' Darling, if this hot trek

to some phantasmal Rathess

of love's consummation

is some Pasiapian labour

then I've fallen by the wayside.'

' as deeper, darker otherwhere

is unfulfilment...

we who have bathed in the lustrous light

of your charisma

now languish in miasmal black despair

and all we hopeless lovers share

the nightmare of the bathosphere.'

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