Yeesh. These rough drafts are… well rough. Thought I would post it anyway.
Be still you, my canary heart;
Sing for your forgetful Princess.
From Phobetor’s domain depart,
Shunning the Chimera’s dream, to
Rhadamanthys’ Fields travel.
Illusions, these, and nothing more,
Enchant the mind and the heart ravel
Of lies dulcet and beautiful.
Now, only silent songs it sings,
My canary heart. Deaf, dumb,
Its tears fly upon golden wings,
Away to perch on branches far
Out of reach of mortals’ hands. Numb
To touch, save for the fallen kings.