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
Copyright © Charlie Baker | Year Posted 2019
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