In thy darkest cage
Tear flow’th through my lashes.
“Soft thou”,quoth the Angel,
“Soft thou”, quoth my Precious.
“I shalt soon revenge you
Carving for life dearly!”
“Soft thou”, quoth my Angel,
“Soft thou”, quoth my Pearly.
Wrapped in fright I’m fighting
Fgainst enraptured grief-
“I loathe thee”, quoth the Satan,
“I’ll soothe thee”, quoth my Lief.
“God, shalt Thou defend me?
Lo- ‘tis oath of mine!”
“Soft thou. Thou liest merely”,
Quoth the Lord of Time.
“Dost thou leave me, Angel,
Dost my conscience faint?”
“Nay!Dost not imagine!
Soft thou”, quoth my Saint.
“Thee I heart bestow:
Hark!-it maketh sound!”
“Thank thee”,quoth my Fallen,
Gaspeth and..flyeth to cloud!
The Betrayal
© Copyright: Марья Лааксонен, 2009
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