The Patron Saint of Forlorn Lovers
Valentine, I knew you not—
Know you’ll not be soon forgot—
For if I deign to leave you soon,
Then myself I’ve offered for his boon.
Come one, come all, and see revenge—
It is my love that I avenge!
If love is true, and love is pure,
Hope that my aim is just as sure.
Valentine! In burning places
Your features bleeding familiar faces;
Oft must I remember you strongly,
Lest I think my vendetta’s made wrongly.
Come one, come all, be quenched in the fire!
It is a thousand wicked men which I desire!
I quaff of their life, and quaff of their love—
I am the Archangel—I strike from above!
Valentine? Do you remember this creature?
Your memories sundered, your eyes without feature.