'Tale of two kisses' by Trendance

O beloved, behold this moving painting - a Kingdom of boredom, routines of Household,

And somewhere, in the faraway country, the deafening bells of desire are chiming tenfold.

I thus boldly depart from Melody and her ∞ blindfold

Deaf to her shattered dreams, Foreign to her vale of tears.

I promptly head towards newly-met Alice

Thus avoiding Wanderland and its uncertainties.

Pleasure, Pleasure, my home for a minute's pleasure.

But the scorching disc already fades away

And the silver crescent brutally lights up

To reveal a doomed landscape of Meadows od sorrows, of plains of pains.

Meanwhile a reclusive battle between my forlorn hope and my strong despair

Is already raging, shattering my bloody brain and my throbbing heart.

Up in the diamond-ridden skies, whirling at close quarters, the ancient soothsayers’ black birds shriek -

‘Thou shall return to the  fold²’.