angela (ribbons) wrote in knowhereic, @ 2017-07-21 11:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | marvel 616: canon: angela |
My lover's lute lies ever on my mind
Of late. And all that I have time to do
Is wander dreams in which we are aligned
Once more, like ancient days when we were two.
My lover is no more an Anchorite
She is magic, song and charms and beauty
Even lost in Hel's most secret plight
She always plots a way around her childhood duty
The far away horizon spreads before us
And though I see her not I hear the chorus
The first of all the songs she made sublime
Parsley, sage, rosemany and thyme.
Until the day that we may meet again, howe'er
Lonesome Angela of Asgard may I be
When all I want to be is Sera's cavalier
Yet all that I can do is wait, alone and abjectly.