Refuse now thou to bedrink this nepenthe;
for the goblets have not been shared equally;
for the breach which enshrines the gradual antipathy
cannot be quelled with silent screams
and musings of lucid reveries.
Refuse now thou to drown this holy shadow.
O Madam Mine of Chronic Harrow!
Suffer not the nerve of the brazen maggot.
The abbot doeth not eat carrots,
and thou, queenly void of vast crown,
be sure not scarce to call out the pyre
which thy soul enshrouds.
Thus, the python uncoiled from the liminal cradle,
and kinship brought no solace to the heart
whose dialogue spits jewels of rotten marrow.