Elysian Fields Poem by Agatha Eliza

Never shall I ever pluck flowers
again from the Elysian Fields,
or water with my tears the roots
of ivory-like white daffodils,
growing freely on the gardens of
my counscience!

The water from the Lethe
lingers in the fountain of my
existence; my love, due to you
I am willing to forget myself,
my dream, my past and present..
I shall follow you!

I have forsaken all I once had;
the burden of time pressing
against my mind, the allure of
the quills in exchange for love..
I gave up the crown of immortality
To embrace the twist of my fatality.