

The Faery CupThe Faery CupThe Faery Cup
King Mosiuss and his band were greatly heartened by the sight of three wooden crates, stamped with the brands of mighty vintners of Thrates and Descander, and of hallowed vintage and origin. One among them, a certain Fargus, who had spoken little and mostly kept his head within his cape could make a reckoning of the bounty laid before them, and while the glasses of his comrades were quickly drained and throats were slaked and tongues grew bold, Fargus smiled quietly to himself, wrapped in joyful recollection. Wine flowed and voices rose in happy cadence and talk went this way and that, though a


DespairDespairDespair
Oh bitter despair Sweet blessing of my shiftless God Old promise that drums in my imaginings That for all my seeming seems to echo on the air As of a long gloom fertile with fear. Ah mighty bind that won't be broke True band come out of darkness and airless dread Oh heavy brace made all of shadow but more sure Than love's pantomime Whose luckless tokens shine on countless hands Whose empty hope demands against all suffering Whose son seated at the right hand of time Foretells its proof against all sundering: More steady than its god Who ha


An Old PhotographAn Old PhotographAn Old Photograph
Oh, he had his lot Once boy golden
But always had his lot. Born to fall To shake off his nobility Oh, sorry am I for man Should he know as I have
How you were only so young and golden To learn by folly your inheritance To give a thought to reason But for reason Cast it out.
Born to fall Oh, boy golden How it pierces To see you smile on me When I know what will yet befall you. I cannot bear to look on you For the knowledge of all these days That will yet break and burden you.
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