THE DARK LADY
by
Nathan Zen-Sapien
The Dark Lady tightens her grip.
I feel an ecstasy that few men live to tell.
Her embrace engulfs me
Subtle fingers ripple over me.
I am comforted by the employ.
Trumpet sounds and the grass changes color.
Yellow moon replaces yellow sun.
And in this euphoric transition surrounding me
I notice.
The Dark Lady has come and gone.
Subtle fingers ripple over me.
I am comforted by the employ.
Trumpet sounds and the grass changes color.
Yellow moon replaces yellow sun.
And in this euphoric transition surrounding me
I notice.
The Dark Lady has come and gone.
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