Damisela,
Whence do dreams come - and how often are these
fulfilled?
For the undertaking of Mnemosyne after awakening
from shallow beach, and a thirst raging in one’s
fragile Beast:
Le Antas I was granted in a Dream.
Through several revisions, scratching out incompletion
and striving against the perennial ennui.
One big secret; and now it has been laid out
for you to see.
You’ve struck an uncertainty - for before amidst
the Autumn Folk
(they were incapacitated, grim, unfeeling) they
called These weak:
you and yours were within Truth.
And have seen thus how I have wanted all this
to be.
Hope, (frail wing that she is) prevails that you
would find pleasure in the missive.
I am here if any queries arise from my twisted
syntax, this mangled speech.
Alas, there are several demands upon my time
that needs must be met.
Awaiting the fleeting glance from your Grace,
this febrile degenerate: a servant he remains
Truly Yours,
der Sperre Francis |