Antiga dedicatória

Nos bons tempos do MOO, criavam-se alguns laços. Um dia recebi este "poema" :

I will give the secrets you request
and you will be the one to sacrifice
so lay your olive arms across my breast
and sing the poems, free the butterflies

     pray your gods who ask you for your blood
     for they are strong and angry jealous ones
     or lay upon my altar now your love
     i fear my time is short
     there are armies moving close
     be quick, my love!

I feel my body weakened by the years
as people turn to gods of cruel design
is it that they fear the pain of death?
or could it be they fear the joy of life

     pray your gods who rule you by your fear
     for they are quick and ruthless punishers
     or lay upon my altar now your love
     i fear my day is done
     there are armies moving close
     be quick, my love!

"To ... , for her to find his worrier, with love. TB"