Fallen

Cupid's Lament (Michael Tyger) (1)

Cupid's Lament

How dare an immortal

tasked as I

Take up true love's mantle

across blue skies

It's all a game

I play for sport

In the spring

and winter courts

One arrow gold

to make them flee

Or leaden instead

and they run from thee

Yet some knave

took my part

and used an arrow

on my own heart

How else can

this be explained

I've fallen in love

and deep pain

For Psyche my love

my mortal weakness

You are so fair

I must confess

But from me

the very one

who is romance

you quickly run

For this curse

I don't understand

made a child

of a man

Now in spite

I give and take

Of many souls

much sport I make

For this pain

has made me bitter

as other fairies float

and flitter

You may think

I'm heaven sent

But believe me

You don't know

Cupid's lament