Les Amoureux: La Dernière Lettre De Ton Amant

• Arya Banerjee, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2022

I waited a divine eternity for you,
And when you came, I could not bear the pain of becoming human.
For I am but a cave of echoes – a constant reverberation of annihilation.
The mortal parcels my doing,
The broken bones baked my bread,
The voluptuous lips caressing death.
Fee fie foe fum, I crave not the blood of you Englishman.
And my toys beckoned you my betrothed; a hero granted heroism
From my single rose atop the grave of my soulless beauty.
For my lark twanged that evening, a love that comes once in a lifetime.
And I was sure that you are that love of mine.
For I saw forever in your eyes, and I entered a revival I could never emerge.
For I am an invention of darkness, doomed to cease at dawn.
No longer I want it, the chateau, the table for two –
But I shall wait for you. And I always will wait for you, my Cupid
At the altar, in my antique gown.