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