Enchanted Murder

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