SAPPHIC FIGMENTS
Collected and translated by Raven Inkwell, c.1423
Arranged and rearranged by Botched Lobotomy, 2145
Aphrodite, once more at your brocaded throne I lay,
you that know the strength of love not meant to be,
entranced, I ask of you,
Dear Lady, smiling, will you not mend my heart?
“What is wrong, Sappho? Who this time do you desire?
For tell me who your heart now suffers,
and I shall make her yours.”
This time, change not her own, but mine,
for my breast is pierced with beautiful black arrows,
Feathers weighted down with bronze,
Dipped cold into the bottom of my love.
I really wish that I were dead.
Come to me now once again and release me