Rompryksa, My Desperate Love

Rompryska, in thine desolation

thou seeks he who may not be

but creation of thine imagination

solely for delight of ye

oh, female of covetousness

of fragmented ideas

thou crafts he

who idyllically suit ye in thine

youthful aching for lust of

iniquitous temperament

Rompryska ye have need

of he who serve thee as inspiration

for thou doest require

what be adulation

to thine female esteem

of spirit within  

making ye seek out

he to assert thine self  

to deity of sexuality

Rompryska, childlike woman

of golden mane

transforming to

magnificence and curvature

acquiring appearance

of all that be cache to male

Rompryska, thou resonates

with accent of seraph as from

thine maw cometh that which

gives rise to thine notes

that be high as thine

heavenly sky

Rompryska, thine creation of

affair so crude

be one like ye servant in me

who enforced by blood

of the impassionate  

has meet thine conquest

with timely gushes of envy  

that have given counter

to thine own quivering

which thou did proclaim

to me undeserving in

audible craving

Rompryska, lady of youthful carnality

thou requests so much in thine

escalation to full womanhood

thee has come to be one who takes

from all as it is thine progression

that requires all for thineself

to consume all in thine path

while though giveth of thee in equal

part

Rompryska, my desperate love

in what be thine nature of the hopeless

romantic thou knows not of

the ways of the practical

as thou has not the mind to

benefit from what is offered thee

in faith of nobility

Rompryska, though are moments

might have been true in worship

for what was our era

it was thine will that it

for yee be end

as what might not become

was for ye to take thine

incidence to a world of the afar

where thou has cast thine soul