Enchantress
Her eyes were full of tales.
Tales of far eastern order.
In a galaxy of wonder
she smelled of old wine,
of caskets of rose and lavender.
She was from an old book
laden of ageless stories and affair
yet mystery was her veil,
a cunning array of Lord’s favourite blunder.
In a world screaming of colour
she was the only black and white.
Painted in a canvas deluded,
hers was oeuvre of a long lost light.
She attested of the Old Testaments,
a fine conjurer of mystic arts.
For in her ways lay divinity,
she breathed life into whispers.
An arson of chaos she was
tempests in beating heart who beset
amongst the many who lost their soul
he was flayed in her intrigue.
His was an old medieval spirit
in his heart, calamities he bore
a ravenous longing alien to many,
like stillness raging in the eye of storm.
Nothing worldly to set him free
he scorched forests in his spree,
searching for pieces of a puzzle
something to douse the inferno,
someone to mend him whole.
He was not just another guy.
He was a hurricane, in flesh and skin.
she came in like a rainbow after rain,
she just swept him away from him.
The moment he saw her he knew
he had already known her for ages
for if souls are made of star stuff
they were part of one far away
destined to yearn, yet destined to sway.
To him, she felt like life
the rest of it, just belongings
nothing rattled him, like her
he knew that was too much power.
The armour he distanced the world with
she shred it to pieces, laying waste
all he was, laid bare
the final nail to his stake.
Like the wolf that fancied the moon
forever denied her fervent touch
he never worried if she cared,
he was at peace, knowing he met her …
©️ Rainman 2020
