to ridicule v.

To my Dearest Duchess,

Destroyed is my faith in you,

I waited at the ball tonight,

My identity lain forth true.

You decided not to show this 'eve,

Your cohorts left alone,

With the Jester did I speak,

And to him I am now known.

I am vastly disappointed,

In you and your so called guise,

From here on in I must confess,

The Duchess I despise.

Many drinks have I consumed,

Though none more will I drink,

Upon tonights anticlimax,

Will I take much time to think.

I will always admire you,

And your tales will always inspire,

But leave me all alone again,

And wicked will transpire.


Luthien.