Remembrance of an EnchantressA Poem by BryänStaring into the night; no moon to be seen. Oft would my mind return to the phantasm that will only now burn.
Embers of the phantasm’s fire will never die, kept aglow on the breath of dreams. Dreams both maddening and lovely. Visions of the enchantress will never die.
She spoke first to me in the night through a veil of heart-breaking tears. Those eyes that cried had woven incantations, soft, deceiving; soft incantations in the night.
Henceforth would I be spellbound. To help her from misery’s throes. Her need, her pain, would seal that I be spellbound.
Behold, a gleaming beacon she has cast, to guide me in the world’s grey seas. Unyielding tempests would not thwart my voyage to
it, unknowing that the sea’s rage be a spell she has
cast.
It would be mercy to know I was alone in my fate. Long ago, I spied many more shipwrecked on her shores. Pleas of remorse are denied. Does she now know what
she wrought? So many more cling to the jagged stone, sharing in
my fate.
Thus the dawn shall return, to fade from sight. Her will is boundless; her incantations will be
woven evermore. Even now, thoughts of her adjoin fear and beauty,
impossible yearning. © 2013 Bryän |
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Added on August 8, 2013 Last Updated on August 8, 2013 Tags: metaphoric, enchantress, remembrance, personal AuthorBryänGermantown, WIAboutHey, I'm Brian. Just a guy that enjoys playing bass, singing, composing, and of course writing. I started writing at the age of 12 after realizing I couldn't stop thinking about a certain dream I had.. more..Writing
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