The Lady’s Draught – A Love Tale
Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library
At the lost
summer palace a dinner was held –
invited lost lovers from heaven and hell
with trembling tears and roses of obsession
the procession began
weaving loose threads into silken tales
captured in threads of whispering tears.
The lovers looked upon the flames of waves
and the splintered thorn – all that was left
after the lost petals of the rose
with the last frozen kiss
were laid down in red silence –
just embers of the once devoted hearts.
At first the trembling tears shed,
gave no promise for a lively evening –
but the Lady of Shalott
set before each place a magic draught
soon tears were forgotten and love born again
were captured in threads of lost memory.
Only the good remained, lost were the wounds –
ill spoken words and untimely deeds faded –
left only were the sweet sentiments of love —
at the lost summer palace
merriment reigned and sweet kisses flowed
’til today that dinner is still being served.
© G.s.k. ‘15