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Dilys, simmering

Alone, I can but simmer in this cell,
awaiting what to answer for my crime?

Alone, I can but simmer in this cell,
awaiting what to answer for my crime?

Dilys, imagining a vat of boiling fat

A vat of boiling fat, wood-fired hell?

Not much for me to do but stew, meantime.

A vat of boiling fat, wood-fired hell?
Not much for me to do but stew, meantime.

Dilys, thinking of fish

It’s said the fish are many in the sea.

I’m caught on how, from all the ocean wide,

It’s said the fish are many in the sea.
I’m caught on how, from all the ocean wide,

Dilys, contemplating amoricide

did Aeronwy

choose Einion

not me?

And is the word for this amoricide?

did Aeronwy choose Einion, not me?
And is the word for this amoricide?

Dilys, imagining himself harpooned

She it was that cast that last harpoon,
and pierced my heart, its fate like star-crossed whale,

She it was that cast that last harpoon,
and pierced my heart, its fate like star-crossed whale,

Dilys, swirling

and that is why I’m swallowed whole by doom,
engulfed in swirling vortex of betrayal.

and that is why I’m swallowed whole by doom,
engulfed in swirling vortex of betrayal.