Tag: Fantasy

My Doppelganger

You folkstem, circumcised off my soft heart.
The flesh of you, that sour, foul fatness
Which sticks to the roof of my mouth, rancid,
Like eating the slough from fleshly oils;
I see you dote upon the fay woman
I see you in your glory, with all prized
Things in your life: Woman, children, money
Which you throw away and always cheat on.
Then you speak foul words to the doctor's faith
Newborn, grown from that which I have witnessed.
Enjoy your time, while I suffer. Silent
Am I, where all my best efforts are vain.
'tis vain, I produce a thousand riddles
And you make off with my loot, perverting
It with your foul ignorance, while I sit
Ashamed, and my name is made a byword
For the man who had faith, and sat alone.
You abuse me; make off with my riches
And then you say, "He deserves it, for where
"Is his faith? Where is his faith? I don't see."
And I say to you, "My faith is broken
"But God shall mend it, for it is written."

I Saw Truth with Her Lover

I saw Truth with her lover
In the dark;
I took my raiment, and galloped far away
To where I slew a knight in combat
And took his woman from him.
I had then found a tree
Of which I wished to make her a garland from
Yet the tree bled and spoke.
He told me of a wicked sorceress
Who made he and his lover into those trees.
I had found, also, that the knight I slew
Had two brothers.
I found too many enemies
Yet was I angry with the Truth
For her adultery;
For why would she be in another's bed
And not mine, when I was her betrothed?
I had not seen t'wasn't her
In that bed, but rather the apparition of Morpheus.
For Truth, she seemed, slept nude with Hecate
Yet it was only a magical spell
Which made Truth seem a whore.