a haunting charm

                    

                    

                   " Where you cannot see with your eyes...  "                     

           a single awe 

allured  

such divine lips

it turns wolves

into sheep's

a scarlet maiden, a sensuous drive

a ditched revolution that revolves

into a meander, her passion sears everything

her lusted skin, by wild nature was raised

later on, by craftsman severed

and unleashed, into the blissful fevered 

procession

as a luring voice calling

- into the arcane sleep.

the browse loom

brought us here 

following the dazzling melody 

a call from the profane deity

- her merciless heritage, a homeless fealty

she plays the lyres

like a haunting charm, 

a crescent moon

through 

the yearning of days

it’s like a daring poetry,

that smiled, 

a murderer smile