The Girl with the Black Bird's Eyes

A narrative poem about love, which can be so inviting, alluring, captivating, and beautiful.

The Girl with the Black Bird’s Eyes

“Is this love?” I asked myself as I observed her from afar

Love is just an illusion, is what I’ve always taught myself

But nevertheless, if an illusion is what it is ...

The magnetism and influence on which it has on the mind

Is stronger than any illusion, made by any magician or genius

And the influence and control it has over our species, woman or man in the spiritual sense

Is stronger than any drug could ever hope to achieve

If treated properly, its euphoric properties could grant a level happiness of such radiance and truth

But if abused and repressed without care and without concern

Its deathly effects could amplify and could end even the happiest of man

Knowing risks and reasons, I chose to ignore her

As she swiftly moves, while I just stood frozen from afar, unable to look away

The way her hair sways and the way she moves

Its dire and gravely hypnotic effects on my poor mind has started

Conflicting feelings begin to ravage my insides

And her eyes ...

So magnificent and cruelly captivating

As she turns around and suddenly and takes a quick glance

Through the looking glass ...

Eye to eye, we were, and the distance which separated our physical bodies all seemed to have just dissolved into mist

Her black, so beautifully royal eyes

Makes me ignore, ignore everything else in our plane of existence

The girl, she was of magnicent stature, with skin as smooth and pale as snow, eyes sharp and ravaging like a raven, and an airy, oxygen stealing smile

Oh, how I was left with the most magnicent feeling of excitement and warmth of sparking electricity

As she turns away

My body chooses to leave earth

And fly, high into the sinking sky

As my physical form of existence melts away on the soft brown earth, many levels of heaven below

That night I wandered and wandered

Around and round in my spherical square chamber

Unfit and unwell, with eyes most bewildered and heart most throbbing, yet so unusually so

As the ghosts of the old smarthead fellows of philosophy hovered around me in clouds of mist

Saying over and over again, “Love is just an illusion...”

A black bird, unmistakably of the raven family, dropped down and perched on the weak and weary branch just outside my window

Making sounds most inviting, I slowly walked over and opened it

Instantly the raven flies inside and says,

“Look at my eyes”

Before changing form into the girl, the girl with the most entrancing presence

Slowly and softly she walks over to me and says,

“Think of what we could be together”

At that moment I stood and stared

The girl suddenly pulls out a dagger with a golden hilt, engraved in diamonds and pearls

With it, in one swift motion she turns towards the ghosts of the old smartheads, and strikes them down

My eyes glowed with excitement

“I’ve made up my mind” I said as I quickly ran over towards the wooden table at the far end of my spherical square chamber

“Hello...” I wrote down in such large letters, drawn and illustrated as best as I could, to capture the feeling of longing that’s been haunting me so

As the girl suddenly reverts back to its winged form, I gave the letter to her

As the raven flies away I stood just before my window

Beginning my wait

And a long wait it unfortunately becomes

I waited and waited

“Did she even receive the message?” I thought wearily after twenty four hours have passed

Fourty eight hours then pass ...

“Could the bird have died before it reached her?”

Seventy two hours ...

“Is she purposefully ignoring me?”

Wearier and wearier I grew, and finally, after the seventh day after which I sent the message ...

The ghosts of the old smartheads suddenly revives themselves

“Love is just is an illusion ... love is just an illusion ...”