23/11/24, Monstrous

I'd been climbing the wrong towers,

Too many spring forests, narcissus flowers.

When it came to autumn time,

Always, i knew you'd be mine.

So i called out, in the air.

You extended a wing from your upstairs.

O', do maidens fly on wings of night?

Unrestingly, i grabbed on tight.

A zephyr tore us high above.

Lacking fear, confessed my love.

With oaken locks flowing behind,

Ash and beech below our feet

You said "it's not only you who's pined".

Southward bound is where we flied.

lover, lady, man, beast, upon my heart, you may feast.