As the brilliant light
Of the full moon shines,
The heiroglyphs magically
Appear to rise.
They tell the eerie tale
Of a warrior's brave, sad end,
For the world to gaze upon
And wonder or pretend.
Save for this sultry temptress
Whose love has never waned,
Opens a mystical portal
Where only she can attain.
Visions of love and passion
He reveals to her alone,
Never to feel his enchanted caress
Her sullen eyes become as stone.
The desert breeze entwines her raven hair
as her erratic heartbeat quickens,
Death's door closes as she makes her escape
Yet with tears of blood she is stricken.
© 2009 Gretchen Steen
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