The Dame

First time in a long time I see the heart glows red and flowers blossom black.

Meantime at the wrong time, we met to be parted.

Sides of the turn and shades of the shadows heighten.

Songs of soddened eyes reflect the forgotten past.

High up to the mountain, deep under the trench destines were redone.

Once in the moon time, the dame cleansed her.

Wavery was my soul, Ivory was her price.

Chaos reigned; the contest begins.

The songs of Drongo sing the songs of Shama.

The dame regrets in the blue moon for the departed Ivory.

Despair haunts her, mimics care for her, and the long love is lost for the last time.