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Cyrene
Written by: Senator Gnaash Bora'k, Pontifex Okeanos
Date: Thursday, November 1st, 2007
Addressed to: Charan
Sonnet #7
Behold my mistress in her placid slumber,
Her downy lashes shut against the light
Of dawn, whose glaring trespasses encumber
Morning and extinguish every night.
Upon her brow the floral scent of dreams
Betokens my true love's serenity,
Wherefore she ponders on domestic themes
Without a whiff of misplaced enmity.
Asleep, so like an angel is my love
That you would scarce believe her wrath awoken.
But she - the banded falcon, not the dove -
May swiftly render Thoth's unlucky token.
Therefore do I sing her lullabies
As all around the mountains ravens fly.
Penned by my hand on the 20th of Miraman, in the year 464 AF.
Cyrene
Written by: Senator Gnaash Bora'k, Pontifex Okeanos
Date: Thursday, November 1st, 2007
Addressed to: Charan
Sonnet #7
Behold my mistress in her placid slumber,
Her downy lashes shut against the light
Of dawn, whose glaring trespasses encumber
Morning and extinguish every night.
Upon her brow the floral scent of dreams
Betokens my true love's serenity,
Wherefore she ponders on domestic themes
Without a whiff of misplaced enmity.
Asleep, so like an angel is my love
That you would scarce believe her wrath awoken.
But she - the banded falcon, not the dove -
May swiftly render Thoth's unlucky token.
Therefore do I sing her lullabies
As all around the mountains ravens fly.
Penned by my hand on the 20th of Miraman, in the year 464 AF.