Sandra Wool
TO A YOUNGER SISTER ENGAGED
With no lady tenus is my heart loaden
This furibund organ, fubb'd and baffl'd,
Would bellow a grace to your egg and butter meal
This day has brought thee
Leachery without the antipast of iniquity
(0 who is to say what this day has brought thee
Has Cassandra measured the entrails on her confounded wheel)
The pasht heart is prophetical ,and I would give thee joy
Angelical
For I remember you and our embrace before my memory began
But seared, I am fleering
Racked, I contain no glory
The world is a venomous caustic torbillous fen
I offer a murdering and epilogous wail
"As I stood by to fill my pitcher
And clutched the rose you'd sent me in my hand
I thought I heard the song of a succubus
Imploring me to lend her my partner for a dance"
Emma Swan
CIRCE'S SONG
Where is
it,
what you seek?
Outside, behind the door,
Over a mountain peak?
What are you waiting for?
