Horizons

A Poem by RFDIII

Magnificent Horizons, do dance on sorrows beak,
In forlorn eyes of morns deprived,
waltzing without sleep.

Seductress of the flames,
Enchantress of the meek,
Be cool lest charms shall snatch your soul
and drain veins of replete.

Pulchritudinous in lace.
Buxom by design.
Silhouetting wanton frames
to rend from you your spine.

Fate qua fate
is a languid way of coping.
Leading those who dare not wake
to ever keep them hoping.

But I say rise up now.
Horizons come with fight.
And though they dance on sorrows beak,
do not fear;
face your plight.