Back to Poetry CornerRapture
by ArdentTly
She lies alone, her form outlined under the light from the full,
ripe moon.
Her golden crown lies cradled in her arms and it's apparent she
has been weeping.
The fire has burned down low and the only sound is of her soft
breath.
The air seems heavy as you stride prudently yet purposefully
towards her.
And yet she sleeps on.
As you carefully place your articles of war aside, sliding off
your leathers,
You see her eyes flutter open and soon your own rapture is being
reflected
And your heart is full.
You wonder as you capture a fresh tear as it rolls down her
silken cheek
How it is you've captured her heart and you thank the gods that
it shall ever be so.
Copyright by ArdentTly
December 1998
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