The Thief and Divinity

"And to those Spirits that beckon me, doeth wisdom unto him." As the night awoke from its slumber, the moon reflected a dull glow. The thief's testimony spoken. The romance had ended, love's glimmer lost, like ancient civilizations. The lost maiden's heart, broken. Weeping cries of despair echoed throughout the night, like faeries, ill-begotten. Alchemy's desperation. "Seduce my soul with your essence, fancy my pleasures with your tempestuous acts of lust and yearnful wanton. Take me to a new zenith, of ecstasy, delight me, with your cosmic love, and inspiring creativity." The thief, thinking vehemently, like the roaring winds of a harsh storm. Crashing, daunting, jaunts of frustration. "Taketh from me, my life, and what is, so ever-precious to me. Taketh from you death, everlasting life, you'll see," the thief, softly versed. Feelings arose within the mistress maiden. The dimlit dusk of evening, the faeries of the forest willfully swayed with the sagging treetops, as always. As the night moved on, Death would be approaching - The Death of Renewal. A spiral of chaos, beckoning, sheer agony. Direction is found, time is restored, the phantasm sways and ripples with each pulsation the stars emit. As the night, still approaching with a hunter's prowess, opened up, like a mother, to her child's embrace. Suddenly. . . Venus cried out, shining, a most vibrant array. May we, consider for a moment, spectral thief and mistress maiden, these abstract perils of a ferocious Satan. Retaliation came from the supernatural duo. So softly they replied. . . The love that was made was with the deepest passions, neither faulted. In full bloom, a blossoming yellow rose hearkened, a new day, the Sun exalted.