A White Wizard's Demise

With blue thunder
she arrived,
Sacred fire blazed
in her hands,
leaving ashes as
the only remnants.

Her dark magic sizzled
between fingers so delicate
and white as gossamer,
arcs of electricity danced
between jewels and gold
that adorned these beautifully
manicured fingers,
she pointed one
black glossy fingernail
toward my forehead
and everything was washed
in dusky twilight.

When my eyes opened,
it was to nothing but darkness,
the only shape discernible
was that of a woman,
naked in the inky abyss.

Softly she approached,
measured steps from altar to bed,
her satin slippers softly scuffing
the smooth slate paving stones,
I could do nothing,
it felt as though I was anchored,

Her sharp nail ran
from my temple to my chin,
leaving a small trickle of blood
in its wake,
her whisper, like ice, invaded my ears,
her words, like daggers, embedded in my brain,
her lips, like velvet, brushed my cheek,
and I was lost...

Lost to her frost blue eyes,
her summer pink lips,
her diamond white smile,
and her creamy soft skin...

The spell was simple enough,
any man should and would be
struck dumb with the slightest word,
even knowing this,
I folded like a house of cards.

I was now hers,
to do with as she pleased,
was this what I wanted all along?
was she the one in my dreams ever on the horizon?
More questions to only be answered with questions!

This darkness is my antithesis,
it is what I fight against daily,
and now it is comforting,
like my mothers arms
yet rough hewn like the planks of a ship,
it's darker now...menacing...I feel so...
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Was it a dream?
Does she exist?


-'Honey wake up, it's almost time for work.  How many times have I told you  to come to bed when you're tired instead of trying to finish another chapter?'

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