Originally Posted by
Dark Muse
Seven Delights, Seven Laments
Comrade perched so proud
in all your morning glory
vainly you display the tokens
of your sorrow, each mystic feather
another tear for lovers come and gone,
for every Casanova, I shall play this song
for all your bedazzled finery.
My first love was plucked
beneath the Mediterranean Sun,
she was Lust upon the sand,
her skin glowed resplendent as
the sunrise, our bodies warm
upon the beach, a tremor to touch your skin,
your taste forever lingers
like the salt of the sea upon my lips,
and with the coming tide you washed
away, claimed an Ocean bride.
The second love was found
in a sultry jungle night,
as vivacious, she was Gluttony
with her insatiable appetites,
her skin dark as night,
Venus incarnate, her laughter
was pure melody, supple was the amplitude
of her flesh, whispering verses from Arabian Nights,
but she vanished when the moon
no longer shone bright, as the veil of the night
lifted to the dawn, leaving behind
only our jeweled tears.
The third was a scorcher
hot upon the desert sand
raged by the winds, she seared through me
and her eyes burned into my soul,
she was Wrath, and her love was fearless,
it was war she waged upon my body,
everything was pure intensity,
we would devour each other
in our tooth and nail affair
until the Khamisn wind rose
and she was swept away in the sand,
leaving behind threads of her gilted gold hair.
My fourth love came with the
scent of sweet meadow grass
as we rolled among the endless hills
where the rain was cool, and the breeze
upon my skin gave me all the chills
of the touch of her lips, which never ceased,
as she clung to me in her quiet, yet raging
desperation, she was Greed,
never satisfied she scales over every inch
of my skin and plunders through my soul,
her eyes were emeralds and she would
keep me a trophy upon her shelf,
but like every blossom she too came to wilt.
When winter came, and the days and nights
were long and cold, I sought a steady comfort
to warm my bedside without fail, she was
Sloth, and she never failed to hold
me close as we watched the snow
begin to fall, how fair she was with flaxen hair,
she was steady and soon became a constant
always there, with the aroma of hazelnut
and the taste of coco it was the perfect
love until the day came when the seasons
changed and she melted away.
I envy not your shameless display
of our laments and woo's,
that treasure trove of those tokens
of our lovers come and gone,
but I cannot deny that the sorrows
born of love is the most beautiful
agony of all.
