A beauty danced beneath pale moonlight,
While hypnotic song flurried on the breeze,
Distant, the voices tell of magic’s flight,
A heart is caught with such apparent ease,
And leads the self into its deathly plight.
A soul lies dying within grasping flame,
Confusion’s white heat burning at nerve tips,
Invisible fires bring the pain just the same,
The murderous hold a vice like grip,
And jealousy is her invidious name.
Form: Sicilian Quintains
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2012