Isara

In the green highlands

Of the melting north
Blind Cupid met him
Restless mortal, wandering back and forth
Upon requests and questions
Varied and numerous
He begged of love
A task too curious
"Set upon me thus,
A longing, a fire
Curse me, son 'o Venus
With insatiable desire!"
Perplexed, amused Amore asked
"Why set thyself on such insidious task!"
"I have wronged, so shall I repent!"
"Tell me further, I'll do as ye ask!"
With a grim countenance
He began to recount
How he had wronged
The sin was drying up his fount
Of life, of reason, of rest.
"I robbed a lover, of her beloved!
Henceforth I'll breathe as she does
Pine like her, sleeping in bed
Stay unquenched, despite being drenched
Burn and long and loathe and suffer
Be neither still nor ambling
Draw breaths, still I'll smother
My heart, my being, my reason!"
Cupid smiled, a woeful smile
Drew his arrow and shot
Musing violently all this while
"Follow the setting sun
And you'll see her bathing
In Isara's cold waters
Her very gaze'll be sweet and scathing
Upon your very being!"
"Will I chase her till doom?"
"Ye shall and unfortune
Upon ye shall loom
And along the flowing river
Bearing her very name
Ye shall seek her yet never touch
Be driven to sick madness by the dame
Ye shall cherish, yet ye shall rust
Dusk after dusk, each midnight
Rot ever so gladly
With every kiss of sunlight!"
"While she sings to thee
Beckoning closer, in most tender voices

'Isara' will resonate as the singular word

Upon thy lips, all else will be noises
All songs of Gods, even thy heartbeat!"
He lifted his face ruefully
Bowing his head low, uttered
"I shall take this upon me dutifully!"
Cupid could only sigh
As he flew past the graceless
Humming a new tone of lament
Christening the cursed, 'Moriens Angelus'!