The Gypsy Queen

Gypsy Queen Catch a glimpse of her, standing near the willow Long, deepest of black hair flowing in the winds Her people stoke the fires, watch it dance and billow All the dances and revelries, come nighttime begins Such a beauty is she, mesmerizing are her deep green eyes She watches over her clan, with the eyes of a winged hawk Let no intruder enter camp, truthfully or in disguise Be it human, or some form of evil spirit, lost in transient walk She casts her gaze at me and I find myself lost in her glance Her father, the elder of the clan, looks at me with utter disdain Watches me, grave harm may come from him, rigid in his stance “If you pursue my only daughter, my rage will be it, like a hurricane “ I cannot resist the beauty, the strength in her confidence Within an aura of luminous energy, a brilliant light to behold The way she walks, her steely eyes, her illuminating presence Captures my heart in a mystic trance, for all my soul to uphold The closer she approaches me, my pounding heartbeat a deafening sound Her beautiful long sleek youthful body, within her spellbinding soulful eyes All men fall prey, mere prisoners to all her mysterious charms abound Such a rare angelic beauty, but alas, to pursue her would not be wise