Lissidy and Ama
Lissidy kisséd me, blithefully blesséd me
And Amazhiar came to the strain
Saw me before the reflecting one’s name,
Summoned by praise duly her own
Faced Maid-Satan, the daughter of song.
Trope-star and venal, faced Lissidy’s ire
I drew towards Ama and gave her my love.
Lissidy accused me of darkness depressed
But in withdrawing from the mirror
Was snagged and undressed by a rose
Set there, a duty of dawn
And Ama with scalpel faced the dark one,
The river of gold, the shallow stone mirror
Who Opened her heart, Ama sneered
And thrust the blade to shatter the glare
Lissidy bled out and in mercury disappeared.
Ama drank up the silvery pool
Her menses united with Lissidy’s cool
Reflective blood and darktime tropes.
I left her there to return to the earth
And battle the dawn as duty demands.
Singing songs to Ama to understand the days
Until I return to night to see my love
Lissidy containing, who bleeds silvery ink
Through the Eru pen, who has the scalpel
On my own heart – in me in all.
\ ~@M@~ /
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