Into the winter of your soul

 

No murmurs of the mandolins tonight

Sensual caresses caught in tears

Snow flowing under lonely sheets

Heavy steps of musketeers.

 

The age of fable is now past

Dice shivering in Eros’ palms

Into the winter of your soul

A double of Dumas is reading

From a lonely book of psalms.

 

for the daily prompt: age

* reference to Thomas Bulfinch’s work The Age of Fable

 

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