To the heart of an emperor à la
dauntless courser's whose resemblance I shall
point to a purple butterfly of Sal;
in his post, commanding a length of line.
Quote him if the academe invades empires;
albeit, on establishment of concord.
Would such man wed someone of unequal blood?
Here is to the nervy mage for whom there
is none but cultivation of lush leaves;
who amid block of woods split into tablets heaves
and plants. Has anyone weighed this bough yet? Let
him that has turned his grimoire count his pages
and fetch us the clarion éclaircissement.
In your nightmares, call out for him. Bear pent
not but go through the penetralia for he
will be there with his keen and sheathless brand,
watchful. He will not shut his eyes but band
matters like Rhadamanthus. Would Nosoi
that inflicts without easement bear that he
breathes alchemically within and not
the either, detained. Rather shackle forth
his winged heart than the fledged limbs for more is
to an envelope than the messenger.
Tell him that robs fastness about the danger
as well, that Lekh's pillars are adamantine
and not rended. As for the empty-headed
person showing signs of madness; let him
know that he will be fitted to the beam
of his bed shorn of his limbs or bear his
dice obviously manipulated. Alas!
Tis to the vision of arts as heavy as
in wellspring; moulded as a model. Play
a roundelay of the sempiternal for
the mortal that has conquered the clou of
the pestilencial cadacity enough
to cleanse the Literati. Incense his soul
that shall not breathe last again but absorbed
with elixir. Forbear to allow his orbed
sway reign and his letters indelibly
stamped in the book of days by the Momus,
limn. Tis an unbowed field of the gallant
but one can still say viva, O Valiant!
Comments about this poem (Lekh Raj by Faeo 'Lyre' Clive )
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