When the night gently descends upon the day on the earth’s bed
And he silences her secretly with a force of darkness
Whispering softly in delirium, murmuring faintly in fever
blinding her with an extraordinary frisson of ecstatic fear
the spirts of tragic heroines of love – Dido and Ariadne-
run to the top of the hill where the sky lies above the earth
and lament their earthly journeys that ended in love alone
as Hounds of Love howl beside the beautiful losers in love
till the lovers’ tryst ends in a mist of passion and intoxication.
P.S.: I am always inclined to the stories of beautiful losers whose loves for their figures of the affairs of the hearts are not returned because there’s something tragically beautiful in them. Dido, the beautiful queen of Carthago, was cruelly forsaken by trojan refuge and founder of Rome Aeneas and chose to end her own life thereafter. Ariadne was a Cretan princess who helped Athenian prince Theseus to kill the Minotaur and to bring out the Athenian youths from the labyrinth with her inscrutable ball of threads as a guide to a route out. But Ariadne was also later deserted by Theseus and let alone on an island and forced to marry Dionysus, the god of wine. Hence this poem about those who are unlucky in the affairs of the hearts.