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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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