Mouth agape, eyes wide, body contorted
As if to run from an incoming tide
High atop a cliff, there she was, frozen in place
With trees behind her, in front- the cliff’s edge
Fledged in a timeless gold
Yet old as those tales told
Bold in day’s glory, timid in night’s reign
Ordained to eternity by a mysterious claim
Many said it was the work of a sculptor
Some said it was a work of the divines
Divine I am, for it were these heavenly eyes that adored
So much so, I implored
From my throne, I saw both, her mortal vessel, ceased to die, and her soul- forever mine
Forlorn and afraid within a maze of gold
Emboldened a desire I could no longer hold