Stained

I turned as if to refute her, but found my tongue strangely still.
A glare from sea-green eyes held me captivated against the sill.
With sinuous grace she drifted close, a predatory gleam in her eye
And all I could do was hand my head in shame when she asked, 'Why?'

A simple dalliance was all it was - nothing of any serious worth,
But as love and trust died in her eyes I gaped at the fury I'd brought forth.
'I'd been true to you all these years,' she softly spoke.  'Despite many temptations.'
The silence that followed had the same expectant hush before the moment of creation.

I want to speak, I tried to move to break this heavy spell on me.
her next set of words flowed from her lips and I knew I'd never be free.
My skin felt cold, my head felt hot and my bowels felt like water.
I knew I never should have tried to cheat on the witch's daughter.

The sun rises and the sun sets day after day after day.
I see the same landscape all the time now, though others pass my way.
Milady Witch is a beautiful woman, quite a clever lass.
No one has guessed that I lie languishing as a portrait in painted glass.

- Jennifer D'Agostino 03-23-01