The Dream Weaver

The dream weaver of passion’s illusions paints magical visions Within the soul of desires lost, the token King shifts wildly upon The chess board of life, until he captures the Queen of hearts, Melting her beneath his words of enchanting poetic charms. But the black knight yields not the field of battle, for the flash And glamor of a delusionary joust, can never win this maiden’s Devotion, for her inner shield bars the mark of vows promised. Oh in the bard’s eloquent lyrical tones, his sacred words sing As sweetly as the nightingales soft lullaby, sweeping the dreaming Damsel off her feet into passions imaginations world of pleasures Fantasies, but a darker flame flickers in the night, guiding, calling This wayward mistress homeward, for she belongs to the black Knight heart and soul. Bold is the white knight of clarity, trying to vanquish the Dark arts beguiling spell, but no demons nor God, can part These atomoshereic creatures drawn together by forces elemental, For she is the light that balances his darkness, And their binding love begets the balance of each other’s Universe. Welding his golden wand, the dream weaver builds Crystal castles in the air, shinning illusions of Camelot, Tripping the light rays of magic, tossing diamonds as Confetti shards that sparkle beneath the moons elliptical Brilliance, yet the queen’s devotion does not waver, For she loves another, with the whole heart of salvation Everlasting faith. In the cold chill of the night, the Queen of hearts Awakens, stepping lightly as If made of air itself She steps behind the dark battle horse of fate, Then placing her fragile hands made of porcine glass, Into her mighty lord grasp, she mounts behind The King of black, riding into the distant horizon Abyss of darkness. Screaming in protest the wizard of illusion falls Into madness’s sorrow, for his lost love betrayal, But she smiles in the night, embracing this Lord of passions flame. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN