I am like Earth’s coldest star
High as Zeus
Stubborn as Mars
What surcease success brings
In my sorrow
Untimely wept
Bring on the morrow
Into the mirror of my mind
Bumble bee
Stings at my insides
Till there be no more
For in that battles’ loss
Swift victory hath won
As all my memories come
To be with me before the mornings drum
By ‘The Thane of Cawdor’
To be with me before the mornings drum’
Parisian Poetry 