June the 3rd, 1347, the Year of our Lost Lords & their Neglect—
It was a firebrand of some maniacal Agean-Muse’s forgotten Friday eve…
Scarlet-sacrilege skies screamed in dreams dropping off
The Thursday Maria came to meet at that secret
silent shadowed place…
They always softly succumbed to
The graceless green womb they would forever return to…
Past deep unbounded centuries’ shore
Welfare could not make the date face-to-face
For fate had cast his sails true north
Never given to grief of looking back
Maria...