Games of Whimsy

POETRY NEWS #4484
Date: 11/15/2013 at 14:04
From: Sylphic Scarlattan, Harley Ashaela, Quixotic Coquette
To : Marquise Nicca Alexandrian, Crystalline Chronicler
Subj: Games of Whimsy

Inspiring muses come in all shapes and sizes,
you stands proud and tall,
yet wreathed in disguises.

From honeyed lips whisper promises,
beckoning mortals to fall,
to end and begin it all.

A game I'll not play, a bauble may be,
so heedlessly thorns rend,
to what, my friend?

Scribble, sign, stamp this missive,
there a smile, kind eyes,
misguided, not lies.

Clever, ever, librettist,
love you I, in kindred soul,
yet you must know...

How could you not,
charming Lady, see,
far too much woman are you for me..

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Scarlatan, in the year 640 AF.