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The Cruel Mistress
by Alexander Baron
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The Cruel Mistress
When as a youth at Caissa s shrine I knelt
And marvelled at her magic, chequered maze,
At times, in deep euphoria I felt
That I could weave her weft for all my days.
But grim reality was ever near,
And though in turn I took my humble prize
The more I loved her, so too did I fear
That I, in truth, was nothing in her eyes.
And so it happened that I left her path
To wend my way far off the beaten track,
To seek my fortune and escape the wrath
Of marble queens and vengeful knights in black.
The Dragon s fiery breath eluded me,
And quaint, romantic gambits played by kings
Were left to rust, the Frenchman s legacy
And Greek gifts were left standing in the wings.
And yet, through all my travels down the years,
I never strayed so far as to forget
The pleasure in the pain, the smiles through tears,
And sometimes, even now, I still regret
The fact that I deserted her to chase
Another rainbow s end where Fortune lies,
And where (as once with Caissa) I must face
The Cruellest Mistress in a sylph s disguise.
Date Published: 2025-06-08 00:16:47
Identifier: cruel-mistress
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