It was a
strange evening.
Not cold,
not breezy, just autumn-sneezy and berry- squeezy quiet.
She moved
like Artemis, in black and white through bright moonlight, wondrous
landscapes
of monochrome,long avenues of sombre trees, never failing to please, soft-woven
spider-silk
seeking to tease and taunt her shadow face.
Just to
see him once more.
He called
her regal, not seeing the expression in her sorrowful eyes.
Queen for
a day, mademoiselle of the magical moment, and princess of all pretence.
Lady of
lies.
But he
was the Lord of Deception, harm-bringer and heart-breaker.
Seducing with his sweet, satin-pillowed words which she believed so willingly.
Seducing with his sweet, satin-pillowed words which she believed so willingly.
Thrillingly flung into ecstasy, the fantasy that he spun held her in its grip.
The wise-faced
moon looked down, despairing of her wanton girl-child.
Slow-churned
mist weaved its way between the overturned leaves and her
burning
cheeks. No small-life stirred or broke the spell of the subtle September
darkness,
sly and
deceitful in all its fecund fruitfulness.
His eyes pierced her fragile soul and smashed
it to pieces, to be fed to the ravenous wolves
of despondency.
She
crumpled onto the savage pathway of this pathetic pantomime.
Watching
him retreat, his cloven feet hastening quickly away, she willed him to obey
her final
command.
Succubus
to incubus, like called to like; Meridiana, Lilith, he called her his siren,
his
goddess...
The force
of desire drowned her senses, sent her reeling and she screamed like a wild woman.
A spurned
woman.
He turned
back; fatal move, her sweetest love......
Hatred
hurled its way through the deathly dim air. She struck him down with one flash
from
her
blazing eyes whilst angels wept in the raging skies.
