To One Far Away

Sylphine nymph, hypnotic and so sanguine in demean,
Lips of deep and bloodied rose,
And skin a sin in porcelain.
O’ Forest glade Enchantress
Be with me again
Captured in thy rapture
Enthralled I call again.

Listen to the Seraph sing and lo
Heart strings plucked fortissimo

And at a glance my heart ensnared
By blood flushed cheeks and raven hair
The Goddess of the moon divine
Kissed in symphonies of time.

The Envy cast upon my caste
Of Maidens chaste, now tied
Transfixed by the splendor,
Of another God denied.


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