Dust and Dreams-A Journey
Fading Netherblide (Loss)
Fading Netherblide
‘Twas at the shroud of midnight's toll,
That upon thy soul cast she iron hand,
Ravenous, upon thy heavy, laden head,
Then betwixt the trees, she ran,
So alas, doth I cast aside,
Thy wounded soul, I cry out for she,
The love held I for Netherblide,
Sweet maiden of love's malady,
Her beauty doth maketh me weep,
My Netherblide, thy angel fair,
Her of flowing hair, porcelain cheek,
Thy love lancer's rescue from all despair,
Hath I merely seek her heart's desire,
Thy maiden runs, e'er terrified,
Casting aside thy glance of ardent love,
Harken, doth lost I thy Netherblide,
Merely in death, shall see I,
Thy comforting passion, of finality,
Beneath dark moon, thy lovely bride,
In ebon night, drowned in the sea,
Dare dream I of Netherblide?
Yet weep as for Antigone?
Thy lass that were to be thy bride,
Thy lone heart cries at thy parody!
Yet still weep I for Netherblide,
Lone broken lancer of all piety,
Thy heart doth die with thyst bride,
Love's sorrow mere dust upon darkest sea……
2002
Cristine M. DiMario