Home of the Steam Highwayman
You’re not the only seeker of adventure to find your way into the Reeking Metropolis. That rascally lady of the burnt rose is back to stir up trouble among the wealthy… and she has her eyes on the greatest treasure in the capital. Will you become partners in crime or rivals? Will you earn her respect and friendship, or will the bump on your head from Cliveden Ball remind you of your grudge?
Now I can wear her gift upon my wrists,
The reassembled clock-pieces to link
Our lives, half out-of-time with what persists.
These first pair, shared and bought, began the lists
Of contracts of giving, presents for ink,
Now I can wear her gift upon my wrists.
The next two are stiff, worn in Cambridge mists,
And I lost one of our favourites – flat stones sink
Our lives, half out-of-time with what persists.
I hung rings in her hair – this sight persists
When I wish memory’s eye would wink.
No eye can wear her gift upon my wrists…
They only hold together with sharp twists,
Straining but secure, I thought, but now think
Our lives half out-of-time with what persists.
But hands that held are impotent, blank fists,
And the last dregs of gladness, those I drink
Now. Can I wear her gift upon my wrists,
Our lives half out-of-time with what persists?