Esmeralda

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I hope she still waits 

Somewhere 

Within that old farmers' gate 

That wild rebellious 

Country woman 

Of such irreducible taste 

Whose bright eyes still shine 

With the illustrious glow 

Of that illuminated flame

Once stolen in haste 

By brave Prometheus 

From heavens dark skies 

With no shame 

Starting an eternal war between two heavenly states 

A divine glow that now

Enhances her beautiful face

And sometimes 

As I pass by that way 

Incredibly 

Late at night

I can always hear her 

Whispering my name

For she stands 

So inflamed

Dressed in black leather 

And green 

Looking like Morgana the Cunning Sorceress 

In all Arthurian legends

One of the most beautiful women 

I've ever seen

And she holds me now 

Like a pawn 

Enthralled in a grip of steel 

Who no longer feels 

As I try 

With all my might 

To break down 

Her carefully constructed walls

Where she stands 

Always so tall 

Especially 

In these dark woods 

At the stroke of midnight

Where we still meet 

As I stroll through those gates

No longer in control

Guided by her candlelights 

To watch her 

Standing 

Filled with such magical purpose

Singing so eloquently 

In her candlelit circle 

Up to the moon 

And the watching skies 

As white clouds roll by 

With no rehearsals

Uttering strange ancient spells 

Unknown to most 

Only those in the know

As she conquers and subdues

All who dare 

Come hither into view 

Before they can yell

 

It's why I still visit 

Along with so many others

For we're all just hypnotized fools 

Enchanted 

By the delicious sounds 

Of Esmeralda 

And her golden ringing 

Summoning bells

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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