I hope she still waits
That rebellious wild woman of such irreducible taste
Glimmer and sublime guile
Whose bright eyes still shine with the illustrious glow of that illuminated flame
Which was once stolen by brave Prometheus
From heavens dark skies
Enhancing her beautiful face
Making her look like Morgana the Cunning sorceress in the Arthurian legends
From where all her pagan blood flows
For she holds me like a pawn enthralled in a grip of steel as I try to break down
Her carefully constructed walls
When she always stands tall in these dark woods at the stroke of midnight
Where we still meet as I stroll
Standing singing eloquently in her candlelit circle
To the moon and watching skies as its white clouds roll
Uttering strange ancient spells
Unknown to most
As she conquers all who dare come into view before they can yell
It's why I still visit
For I'm just hypnotised and conjured by the delicious sounds
Of her golden ringing summoning bells
Copyright John Duffy
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