A Lover’s Vengeance
The pausing imp cherished the woodland flower.
"Princess, you’re the sun kissing the evening sea?"
"And you, imp, a warbling prince?"
"Fragrant Sapphire, if I an eagle,
My wings only your magic carpet.
Charming Swan, if I a moon lake,
My being ever your portrait."
"Gallant imp, love me all a gambler dares.
I nourish a tormenting passion shadowing
The icy-scaled river dragons
Bellowing the woes of molting winter."
Imp, only gaze in askance at my dutiful leaves,
Whimsically imply a desire for a prism's hues,
Then I shall summon all nature's legions
For revenge on your festering vanity."
"Henceforth as you seek forest favors,
Only the form of things will be revealed.
Your very soul shall callous
As the marrow in desert bleach bones."
"For the true realm of happiness
Lives in the spirit, not the form.
Elfin of Merriment, if you think otherwise
Your burdened will be the cruelest yoke."
Note: river dragon = spring thaw/flood