As those dim shades of the vast sky
take place, darkening above, so high
Pink turning purple, blue to black,
I feel a gush of wind-like breath
beneath my ailing bloody neck-
I look at the direction,
a ravishing creature do I get to behold
It's too hard getting eyes off her,
she was just among the coal, a gold
Her two big blue eyes
melting as the ice,
as she so melodiously cries.
Her lips like rose, yet pity for the path she chose
The thorns pricking her buttery skin
Yet she walks by, she just would not give in.
Her lashes wet, dark, though amazing yet,
She gazes into my eyes
slowly, as if reading them out
like an open book-
"You are so mesmerising, so beautiful
Who are you? An Angel or the daughter of the king,
if only I were for you, suitable..
You are the beauty to behold,
the innocence all want,
You are the Enchantress,
please, disappear you don't."
With a cloak of leaves
dark with grief
And a flowery head full of feathers
"Are you in any way the daughter of the dark,
or whether,
are you the darkness herself?
Looking around for few comrades, for help?"
She turns around
despite the dimness I make out,
Her face so round,
Features so perfect,
Her gown lush green filling up the land beneath,
as her hairs grow long, crossing those feet...
Reaching far above does her one bleeding leg,
As she waves at me, I profusely shake,
"I cannot see you go, How could you be so low?"
I tried hard to get up
with great efforts I did, holding her hand
And then, lo, I enter into a totally new land.
My Enchantress...
The one who freed me from all distress,
Yet a sweet devil with a seductive smile
separating me from perhaps billions of miles
into another world, called "Heaven"
Where peace surrounds
I am free from the world, yet too bound.
My enchantress, I am enchanted by her,
For her, I am ready to die again,
I have no fear.
