Sapphic Figments

by Botched Lobotomy

38.

Celestia, O Blessed Goddess, at your golden throne I lay,
Immortal of Equestria, weaver of wiles, this I pray,
to give me back my love.
To let me breathe again.

Rapidly she came. And you, O Princess,
asked what did I especially desire:
“What can you do? Who can you be?
Sappho, how can I help you?

For even if this window were to open once again,
if I were to give this gift,
soon it would turn to ash,
and she would have to leave again.”

That it will not be so...
...All that my heart longs for, fulfil.

Comments

[Bicyclette]

it is amazing how this transmutes the cold, dead gods of the original Sappho to something that actually resonates with me. the hope and anguish in the beseeching, the fate and cruelty in the response. and augh. that point, that any given reunion also being fated to end. it's a theme i've wanted to explore and i love that i am seeing it happen.