My love, my sweet Cymoril, princess
We grew up together, always in love
No moment between the first feelings
And now, you lay upon a marble floor
Our Melniboné shall not be beautiful
Its anthems will ring hollow and false
It will be less wise, able, without you
No dragons and the masters in the sky
You knew wonder still, as others sneer
Your mind was grace fulfilled, powerful
Yet you know as I, Melnibonéan ways
Your form of flesh was pleasing to view
Broken now in thought of me and no you
We'd be together a day in new horizons
For now lay in death, so cold and alone
I shall hunt the others, all who test you
And then we will sleep anew, together
Eventually enter each others dreams
Together ruling over a new Melniboné
It will rise, from the depths, renewed
Because our love will become flame
A torch to new generations and proof
Melniboné has always been and will be
The greatest empire, ancient, glorious
(This uses two characters and a setting, Elric the Eternal
Champion By Michael Moorcock and is not my original
concept, it is fan written, and asserts no © challenge.)
