TO THE ANCIENT MELODIES
TO THE ANCIENT MELODIES O holy muse haste and steal my soul lead me in love on arcs of jade so I may gaze at high fauns blest who strum the harp to craft deep code. A red mist veils runes honed in jet I clasp my sage; he bids me kiss the lofty art tinged with rims of gilt. 'O hark glad news; a lamp... Sign in to see full entry.