~ š Spleen a Unseelie > ™
Seasons pass and pass away,
Under my pen of dark Unseelie,
Ink stormy melancholy:
erasures that my heart grows weary.
Like the infamous cry of a Banshee
My pen protests and crunches,
Mapping heavy and smooth curves
In sharp pain indefinitely.
Bourdon unshakeable sadness,
lapping his fatal jingle,
on the parchment of a fairy without wings
Having lost the path of joy.
The Seelie Court fails me.
My pen research and leaf by leaf
Arabesques and sweet without pitfalls,
Writings without shadows and storms.
grant that the autumnal equinox,
With its golden color and singing
Helps me to leave this path monotonous
For the Court of shimmering seasons.
Hélégia (13/09/2010)
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