Alice And Cylba Poem by Vester Crowley Ix

I saw her last night in the rain
Her heart soaked with pain
In her hands a rose
She said her life with the wind goes
I asked for her name
She said Alice was her shame
I stroked her hair and saw a scar
And she said it was a star
But there were traces of blood around it
It kept it lit
She called me sir
But I was young as an heir
She demanded for a place to stay
Yes was my say
She came to my house
She was bruised like a spouse
I told her if she needed blankets
She said oh please lets
I went for the covers
I came back she said it was for the lovers
I said 'Who are they? '
She said 'Alice and Sir May? '
Confused even more
Who is this then I said in core
'What is your name? '
She said 'Cylba is my blame'
I asked 'Then where is Alice? '
She said 'In this chalice'
She gave me a card
In it there was a maiden and a bard
Stands between them a heart
Where the lovers part
I looked up and she was gone
Leaving me lone
She left traces of silver
I said 'She is a girl so clever'