Perfidious Visions, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown) Poem by Captain Cur

Perfidious Visions, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown)



Unannounced you return
to witness my pain,
conspiring in your letters
this reality is plain,
have I been outmaneuvered
for my own impersonal gain
and all I stand for,
have I stood for in vain?

Perfidious visions have infiltrated
all semblance of sleep,
the uncertainness of life
destroying joyful reason,
caught in this quicksand of thought
which silently suffocates my being,
I relinquish all honor
and dutifully await your word
in the hope that the barbarous
nature of my actions will please you,
whom I deem most high.

Dear Lady,
loquacious in your speech,
how fastidious of length
are the tears you weep;
they do not seem to travel
past your painted cheek,
as rivers flow
yours would be charted,
very weak,
and the small residue
of salt they trail behind
would they be enough
to emasculate a fly.

May the prestige of my victory or death
bring great satisfaction to your throne.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Evidence suggests this letter was written prior to Captain Cur
attacking a Spanish warship by orders of the Queen.
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