Thorn Queen

Begladdened I may be,
fortune my very accomplice,
for the brief life of this foul love,
bitter the pleasure, and tender,
this sweet kiss of forsaken beauty.

Harbour not malice for a fool,
for this day mine, and the next,
the moon its hand delay,
this moment my forever more,
bid me savour passion’s tease,
before the dusk that looms
on love that beholds none.

Dance, queen, dance,
fate’s favoured rhythm beckons,
follow your path away,
away from longing hearts
of dreamers and preachers alike,
leave only your silent curse
for the roaming eyes of fools.