Enchantress

 

Enchantress casts her spell,

the penetrative glare of

charcoal pupils

as black as the night.

Contrasting the dazzling

chalk whites

of her emerald eyes.

A glare that so quickly turns to a smile.

 

Her wispy hair seduces me,

like the snakes Medusa

would entice men with.

Thin finger like strands,

beckoning on the wind,

'Come to me' the chorus would ring

Each lock says 'let me in'

'Lower your defences

and together we will sing'

 

It grows and starts to entrap me,

I become its prisoner. Enraptured,

In a cell shaped like a heart.

I fall to my knees. She projects beauty.

I scan the landscape

that forms in my mind.

A picture of perfection

spanning miles, mountains,

lush hidden valleys. Seas and forests.

I see sand and stone, grass and asphalt.

I see earth as one whole and into it I fall.

 

The sands that drift, 

stroking every inch,

stoking fires within

whilst waves lap 

over parched beaches.

soothing the fires away.

The delicate snow that falls

so perfect and clean,

a work of art that demands to be seen.

In a gallery or projected on a big screen.

 

No make-up required to beautify

Unrequited my eyes cry,

but such a divine being could never fly

with a mere mortal such as I.

My heart says happiness

is just acceptance that life goes by

and life goes on with a beauty in song.

A beauty that belongs

in a throne or beyond.

Somewhere that is framed

in gold and diamond

because even the most precious

of metals and the shiniest

of jewels

Would look lifeless and dull

beside this radiant being.

 

 

 

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