The Lady of the Wind

There she stands,

alone, as she surveys the realm she commands,

With her eyes sparkling like the city lights shining through a window,

She looks out to the future, to tomorrow.

Dressed in black crisscrossed shadows of the night,

She is dusk's first star light,

Her eyes kissed by the gentle kiss of the kohl,

She devours my mortal soul.

As the gentle breeze lusts over the nape of her neck,

from her lips, My eyes steal a peck,

With the innocent love that she radiates,

With devil, my life, I renegotiate.

In her smile, bashful, yet full of secrets,

I discover my ultimate weakness,

Yet as I find her, she disappears,

Just as the sky parts and rains, its tears.

As the Fugue lifts

As the music played, the fugue on his mind cleared,

Finally he understood what he had always feared,

The nagging doubt gnawing at his thoughts,

Now he could make sense, connect all the dots.

Here he sat in his chair yet his mind was among the stars,

He remembered how he had gotten each and every of his scars,

It was him, he could now remember,

As well the reason for his own willful surrender.

Now, bound no longer, by the spell,

Oh, he was going to raise hell,

Run you fools, all of you,

For you know who is back, you know who.