Anticipating Valentine’s Day: Hell hath no fury

Your love holds no more aching charm for me.
Your stillborn Dawn sank back into the sea.
The frigid night reveals our failing star.
Go find some Hero, seek her short, dark heart.
And say these things to her, Perhaps to her
Your words will burn a symbol in her heart
And chilly morn will smile on you both.
But for me, you drear me, dull man.
Enchantment in your presence knows its grave.
The sunken symbol of passion long is drowned.
The mines and caverns as of Kimberley
Are no more inaccessible than I.
My love’s not magicked into hate, far worse.
It’s stone. Cold, harsh, drowned, uncompromising.
Adamant rock, insensitive thing.


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