~ " And Death Shalt Mourn..." ~
Thine unmade flesh of wraithlike guest,
‘Twas hidden inside thy treasure chest;
Ere mages pored o’er almagest,
Love’s lava had scribed, they’d ne’er have guessed
That welkin manna upon her womb,
Bore dragonslayer of fain eftsoons.
Forsooth, within her catacomb,
Unopened bloom in eerie room,
Twere budding jewel of Nazarene day,
From tenebrous plights in fervent May.
Thence snowbroth glistened his hoary leaven,
Departing , usward, skyfall sweven;
Furfuraceous, manumitting fetters,
Awakened ‘ternal Gaelic letters.
Thane rede, forth undisputed siege,
E’il garbed in weeds afore his liege;
Frowned wellaways, did’st thee witherward yede,
To yield his glaive, to light, concede.