Tatiana’s Fancy

he knows me well
this boy,this child
wandering through my realm
for he dares to call my name

I seek him now,his mortal soul
and the ripeness of his lips
come now my little one my own
oh lie with me upon my wildflower bed

we’ve but the summer to spend
for I would bind you in my spell
where we shall love like no others have
courting high summer’s bountiful nectar

fret not my dear one when Mab grows strong
and winter ends my reign
when cruel storms take away our bliss
for I shall wrap you tight in gossamer and silver webs

loving me shall take your life
with in a moment,a blink in time
I shall drink your essence dry
for your life blood is forfeit to me

a tear I’ll shed when you have passed
your beauty faded and gone
and miss you so these long winter nights
till summer comes again

and I shall take another to my bed 

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About Cassiopeia Rises

I am an artist and a poet writing and living in NYC.
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7 Responses to Tatiana’s Fancy

  1. Tim Keeton says:

    a tear I’ll shed when you have passed …indeed

    Beautiful, and faerie-fey. What fools these mortals be…

    Well done.

    Rhyme on!
    (Thus spake the Undead)

  2. Loved the tenor of the poem. Something very bittersweet about the poem.

    crb.

  3. curtdiggity says:

    I love the story…so well structured…and so well told…bravo!!

  4. Reminds me of a merry widow or a praying mantis in faerie form. I enjoyed it!

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