Forewarning to the best of you No risk for the rest of you A woman’s beauty can deceive Trick you, rob you blind, this thief There is a girl who dwells inside the darkness of your longing eye Avert your gaze if this one looks She’s full of mysteries and tricks Behind two masks, there lives a witch You are not worthy of her tests Eporita, born and bred Know that you are not her guest She lives beyond this world of lies Charm and beauty, her disguise Without reveal, she plays her games, casts her spells, and hides her names To keep her bona fides veiled, she keeps each name but for a while Eporita is Columba now The world is still the same somehow Like shooting fish inside a barrel Picks off suitors, tame and feral They do not see her coming and seldom glimpse the peril Dancing eyes forbade the king She refused to kiss the ring A she-bear and some magic rain saved her from the searing pain, of burning at the stake, until she finally met her fate Lost her head, but still, she lies This one’s umbra never dies Copyright 2024, David Angel, All Rights Reserved Poet Prayer - If you like the poem, please click the heart!
A spectral delight that enters dreams will say she’ll take you places, asks no name, drops you off in a flame of desire despair and lucky you awake thinking that’s not fair and remember now a woman named Clair who fits the bill of no cash returns once removed from the night forbidding delight.
A spectral delight that enters dreams will say she’ll take you places, asks no name, drops you off in a flame of desire despair and lucky you awake thinking that’s not fair and remember now a woman named Clair who fits the bill of no cash returns once removed from the night forbidding delight.