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(A lone voice whispers)
I hope she still waits
That rebellious wild woman
Of such irreducible taste
Whose aura glistens with incredible glimmer and sublime guile
With stunning bright eyes
That still shines with the illustrious glow
Of that illuminated flame
Which was once stolen
By brave Prometheus
From Heaven's Dark Skies
Enhancing her beautiful face
Making her look like Morgana the Cunning Sorceress
Written about in the Immortal Arthurian Legends
From where all her pagan blood flows
She holds me
You know
Like a lone pawn
Enthralled in a grip of steel
As I try to break down
Her carefully constructed walls
To work out how she feels
When I see her in here
Standing tall
Adorned in Black and Red leather
Within these dark woods
I find myself
Lost in
At the stroke of every midnight
Where we still meet as I stroll
After I lure her away
From so singing eloquently
In her candlelit salt circle
To Mother Moon and ever watching Father Grey Sky
As his white clouds roll
Where she utters strange ancient spells
Unknown to most
As she conquers all
Who dare come into view
Before they can yell
Like me
It's why I still visit
For I can never leave
For I'm just hypnotised
And invoked like another lonely fool
To be
Deceived forever
By the delicious sounds
Of her golden ringing
Summoning bells
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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