Tell me more about Your Pain

In Our Fare Realm

In Our Fare Realm

No Light will be Forgotten.

All Thousand Beams of Fleeting Ray

Will Find the Shelter in one Bottle.

And Through its Glass,

Thy Chastity may too entice one Honourable Sire.

Oh how the Piece of Mystery

defracts and any Nascent Sign of Ever-Evolving Seduction!

And if One turns the Angle of Crystal Barrier between us

The Wonder of Marvelous Nature reminds again

of PROMISE NEVER GIVEN to Each Other.

And how can we be sure

That LIQUID in Transparent Flask

is rather STOLEN 

SUBSTANCE from its Previous Container,

THE CHALICE full of Desperate Affection,

and maybe who knows,

and of GLOWING EVIDENCE framed in DESIRE,

Slowly changing its Ephemeral Essence

to DISTINCT NECTAR which Sparkles underneath Nocturnal Veil,

tempting and to Taste of YOUTHFUL.

Well, if it's PURE LOVE

then Why wouldn't Thyne Twice Honourable Presence take a Sip first 

while I'll be patiently Awaiting for the IMMEDIATE REACTION?

At such a Glimpse of Quite Lively Evanescence

Thyne Dangerous Lips,

To Surprise of Mine,

 don't seem to Falter as much.

And such Pervasive Affair leads me to one 

Long-Cherished Suspicion -

DO THOU CONSUME such Rare Drink

in Manner how Thou deal with

any other BEVERAGE available to nearby Pubman?

Yes, I'm able and to spill entire RIVERS of the PURE LOVE

Well, as Thou deem to call it

As Something more than idle EXPRESSION of the SUDDEN LUST.

Yet Why are Thou so GREEDY?

in Every subsequent Attempt

to leave the CHALICE empty

as there was none.

And if We call it PURE LOVE

as We agreed upon

Few Several Times,

Then why does Thyne Smile?

with Colder Lewdness behind yet no less Sly in Miniscule Gestures

imprints

Anxiety after Alarm in Memory of Poor Mister?

Indeed, 

Thou caught me in Thy Cage

And Thou are craving to be Master

How VIOLENT THY MEANS ART!

in taming the Miserable Captive.

Let My VIGILANT Heart admit that

Newly gained Sobriety compells me to Escape Thyne Spells

Sooner with a Silence

while My Careless Mind is still floating on

Previously Voiced Suspicion

that when Thou name it Pure Love

Do Thou even mean it?

At least in Our Fare Realm

One who is not completely Drunk

May limit Daily Dosage

Of Mystery in Liquid:

DELIRIUM for Fools

A REMEDY for NOVICE.

We had been warned before

CHALICE full of PURE LOVE

Gets Rusty only Once

And none of Drops Inside

can Evade the Destiny of turning

Slightly Rotten

Right afterwards the FIRST DISTRUST.

Oh! Only now Thee understand

Why SHAMELESS FOLKS of DARLING VILLAGE

branded My Bare Arse

Accompany of WELSH BARD.

Ah! Only Now

Thee bear Witness

how Faithful I do remain

In Favour of

THE ANCIENT RULES & UNSPOKEN CUSTOMS.