In a crystal palace I now reside,
below rising towers of pale rose quartz;
on a snow white tiger I often ride
then returning to my regal courts
I gaze in praise of my saffron halls,
boasting marble floors and amber walls.
In anticipation of my wild love’s return
I set a feast at my tortoise-shell table;
from citrus trees I gather wood to burn
for as long as I am able…
yet lacking strength I must retire
in ruby robes before the fire.
Fiercely, fearfully I awake
to find her hands upon the stake!
It’s clear she knows now what I am:
a secret soul amongst the damned.
To the look of terror in her eyes
a look of love in mine replies
“My darling one!” in grim protest,
but her slender hand heeds no command
and she drives the post in my pale breast.