The Pelican and his brothers, two–on a mission
with Mother Jane, walk the path to the grounds,
all the while reckoning objection and his croaking sounds.

“The last asset is a treasure to hold,” Jane says,
Joking about atrophy’s grip and moments of decay,
while her son–still in mourning of love’s fierce array,

recites the letters given to the engraver,
a charm organized as a spellbinding lure.
Above, the Lamp of Psyche shines radiant and pure.

The line of least resistance through his love laid bare.
Expiation whispers as the lid is lifted from its place.
The Pelican stands outside, he cannot look upon her face.

The moving finger, all three faint–fate is ominous
and the Pelican flies. The door is bolted and all three are confined
as it closes on eternity how could she, in her state be deemed maligned.

Returning from the portal of journeys unknown, above
the Daunting Diana stands as a statue of a goddess’s grace,
Echoes linger outside the mausoleum as she leaves the place.

Diagnosis, Catalepsy, afterward, a confession,
Jane wanted the ring back, a revelation, they died from disbelief.
On the day of the funeral, only the Pelican wept with grief.

Part of the title constraint series

In these constraints, I have taken titles of works from different poets and authors (all the same author for each poem) usually consisting of 20-40 titles. My Constraint was to use as many words as possible in their titles to construct a new Poem.