BEWITCHED

© by  Don David Scott   aka Archimendes

Since Elenor of Aquitaine and Lydia
No woman walked the earth as you
A heart of fire and brimstone
Burning tenderness and rage
Bewitched as Henry or Augustus
I dare not resist the tempest
Pounding in your breast
A wind that thrashes the world
And cast me off as a lost Dutchman
Filling the canvas of my heart
Driving me toward the rocks of ruin
Or deep, mysterious, dark seas
Into what abyss I will fall
I know not -- except your arms
I own no island on which to confine you
And thus a prisoner I remain
Yet I must give the Devil His due
I sold him my soul for you
Some call that an unfair trade
I see it as my Destiny...




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