Armaladé

Armaladé Armaladé

My maiden glittering of charm

Oh what doth a miser servant owe thee?

My humility is to the depths of Atlantis

It only is in thy cuddle I am unmolested

So love me and keep me not at arm’s stretch

 

Armaldé Armaladé

Hear my voice linger in the void of thy presence

As it seeks thy presence amidst my memory

Oh my love Armaladé, the manna in my desert

Hear me when I knock twice ‘pon thy heart

What is the use of a puppet without his master?

 

Armaldé Armaladé

For thy love I let heavens slip through my fingers

I gave up earth so that I could merry with stars

I casted away my family for the sake of thy zests

But now here I am with memory as my acquaintance

Am i just thy next Wordsworth and Shakespeare?

 

Armaladé Armaladé

Together we made the renegades of conformity

Behind the curtains you made me earth’s romance

With little ken you perfected me as thy Dorian Gray

But it is the hell that thou created that bound thee

Did the fame I brought thee made thee Atlas?

 

Armaladé Armaladé

When I grew big to fit in thy Eden thou banished me

Now this land of no honey and milk is my home

Stuck between two chords with no song to sing

A soul that poverty shies from and pleasure is blind to

Oh Armaladé love me now; hymn me to thy arms

 

Armaladé Armaladé

At your gate I have become out of time

Misplaced by place and discarded by memories

If for once by my own I grow feet to walk again

Thou will offer me thy glory but I shall never bow

To hurt you not Armaladé, never let me go

 

To Armaladé my love I trade my romances

For a tunic of gold and silver that veneers my stains