Come, find me: others might have promised you
love but I’ll be the one who goes to hell
to win back your soul. Julius Caesar, who
crossed the Rubicon, loved a jezebel,
a war queen, a shy girl, promised as such
— “alea iacta est” — now the die is cast.
This is a promise I’m staking so much
on. War queen, Jezebel, Love: Hell is vast
and I am small, but I will go looking
for you. Orpheus taught me where to go.
I can fill the gods with tears. Our dreamland,
even our dreams, knows this song. I’m singing
you back, love. What is love to a shadow?
I’ll show you when I steal you from death’s land.