Illusion

Addicted to the illusion,

Indulged in transformation,

What God would fail to grant us.

Metamorphosis creation.

The mystery of her eyes,

deceit of every mind,

Her body moves, the seagull swoons

Her infection, she sang upon the silver moon.

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Such power stretched across the room

The hour tense, she flowers into sudden bloom

They gaze in bitter awe and envy.

A beauty of the night so sweet.

They praise in every corner’s keep.

A creature of the heaven’s deep.

She watched to see them fall in love,

Her spell would shake the skies above,

A tiresome battle, a loathsome win,

Her eyes.. if you catch them.. could only tell of the story within.

A tale of a woman so brazen and bold,

Untouched, desired as all rarities of old.

They swam in the warmth of the river she bring,

As she drowned them with promise of fresh water spring.

Yet with every heart beat fought to deceive,

Every fragile woman found in her heed,

This beauty, this creature of heaven’s of old,

lay lifeless, unworthy,

behind the mask, beneath the fold.

And while he gave her everything that night

sweet song, sweet tune, melody and sight,

all but what she craved the most,

all but what she begged her host.

a glimpse of the light put back in her eyes,

a moments delight as she conquers the skies,

a God of forgiveness, of mercy retold

an end to the fight for the spark in her soul.