She stands atop the Pantheon
her loving gaze upon Cyrene:
Ledi, Heart of Roses;
She, our gentle queen.

She whirls atop the Pantheon,
her footsteps light and sure.
Her laugh rings out above Cyrene,
and delights us all the more.

She weeps atop the Pantheon.
What was it that she lacked?
She ventures towards the precipice.
Two steps forward, one step back.

She recalls atop the Pantheon
a young man, meek and shy.
His wordless thanks she carries
as she steps into the sky.

She flies from atop the Pantheon
to join the Gods above Cyrene.
Ledi, Heart of Roses;
my dear departed queen.


In memory of Ledi, Terpsichore's Rose.


Her flowered wings,
her florid face,
her laughing eyes,
her flowing grace;
of all these things
she left no trace,
but in our hearts
she finds her place.


Penned by my hand on the 1st of Aeguary, in the year 416 AF.