II. A Thirst Begun, A Thirst Quenched

'If Death be the ultimate parting, I wish you immortality. And if death be the start of a new life, I shall run you with a dagger this instant.' 

Tell your Gods it is not them I defy - it is me they instigate!
They birthed within me an unquenchable thirst and took away my well.

The glorious gardens of my life became a forest of thorns,
And my Eden became unbearable; the thorns, my inescapable hell.

What misfortune to have one's love remain unrequited,
Further misfortune when Lady Fortuna made it so, that cunning belle.

For my lover knows naught of the passion that runs in abundance,
Within me, she won't hear me, the none of my bad luck I can tell.

You see, she lies cold in the earth, her heart no longer does beat.
To profess my rapture, I must join her - the Gods do so compel.

A Fire Ignited, A Fire Drowned

Curse the moon by which you swore your love,
For had she not changed, your affection would have remained.
Curse the sun by which you proved the fire of passion,
For displeased, he burned you and therein, your ardor waned.

And damn the seas by which you claimed the depths of devotion.
For fidelity succumbed 'neath salty waves.
Damned are the winds by which you whispered caresses,
For the tempest too, turned, and dug our graves.

Had you not trusted Cupid and Aphrodite,
The White Peony took you and bloomed as I wilted.
Had you not placed love in the womb of the Gods of Fate,
Then perhaps I might have been spared and not jilted.

You swore your love for me in haste,
Forgetting I was already betrothed to tragedy
My love became my woe as I too, disrememebered,
Falling into your fickle embrace - my love became a travesty.