Eidolon beauty; my ethereal mum.
Cavorting, callaying, may your spirit come.
Walk the floor of memory's spate,
And lay me in your gentle glade.
Fade from me not, bygone beauty;
Linger in kin and quality.
Bolt the door of misery's gate,
And bear me to your palisade.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
Eidolon beauty; my ethereal mum.
Cavorting, callaying, may your spirit come.
Walk the floor of memory's spate,
And lay me in your gentle glade.
Fade from me not, bygone beauty;
Linger in kin and quality.
Bolt the door of misery's gate,
And bear me to your palisade.