The Sorceress

(Picture Courtesy: Well... the Sorceress)

You who don this crimson hue,
In this morning, in this dew...
Revers thee, worships you...
Genesis all- in this view..

Lissome lips, slender breath,
A swan's song- in its death...
Eyes gazellic in this gaze,
Benumbing senses as they faze...


Frozen lieth this travail,
Like ships at rest, no wind on sail...
The ether floweth but to convey,
Thy fragrance bizarre for hearts to sway...


A thousand different suns they glow,
And misty streams in fervence flow...
Lost I lie in this ocean I see,
Thy spell is it.. Or a delirious me?

Aeons of wait, ages of restraint,
Worn demeanor- and a soul of taint...
Deliver me! O' Sorceress supreme!
In throes I exist, solicit thy gleam...


Babble
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1. The sorceress is already taken ;). Sorry folks. Cant do anything about it now.

2. "Deliver me! O' Sorceress supreme!" - best imagined as uttered by a man on the edge of a cliff.

3. I was NOT drunk when I wrote this... although I did recently receive a comment on the 'drunkenness' in my writings. :-))))

4. As the lore goes, a Swan's Song refers to the beautiful and captivating song sung by a mute swan in its death.

5. Ah! sorceress.... sorceress.... sorceress....