light of my light
star of my stars
It once was quoted to me by someone dear. Not at me. I am no one's Beatrice. I writhe, wandering, unable to rest, in the pits of Inferno. I am not Beatrice. Not to this man and not to you.
But she still speaks to us - is forced on us - though Dante is long dead and she may not even have lived. Light of my Light, Star of my Stars. She shines before the poet. Temptress of kleos and life eternal.
star of my stars
It once was quoted to me by someone dear. Not at me. I am no one's Beatrice. I writhe, wandering, unable to rest, in the pits of Inferno. I am not Beatrice. Not to this man and not to you.
But she still speaks to us - is forced on us - though Dante is long dead and she may not even have lived. Light of my Light, Star of my Stars. She shines before the poet. Temptress of kleos and life eternal.
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