- At Dawn
Madame, take leave, retire straight away,
for monsieur has begged a word with fate,
where I'll take aim, and he'll fire late,
and I will oblige this fervent wish of his to die.
At dawn, let honor be our law,
at dawn, you'll find I have no need for words at all,
at dawn, on the outskirts of town,
- The Glass of Fashion
Would it be that I bow quietly and leave
And wonder ever if you'd chosen me?
Or join the procession of faithful suitors
Passing sated just to hear you breathe?
Or wait plain in sight, in secrecy
Bare thread and seams?
I beg tonight, all my wits reveal:
More than meets your eye
- The queen of blades
And he says, signal the fleet,
on his mark, everyone you know,
begins to leave,
all you have left:
blacks out their retreat,
all you have left:
is the swarm above your head,
- The Swarm
The shadow of the Dominion flag
stalks across an ash-made land;
and you hung low in my arms,
and that's all that I had.
What have you done, my love, what have you done-
corrupting the only thing I had loved?
"I have become what I must become," she said.