Away, in the forest, the wind softly calls
Nudging the trees, stirring them awake
Tip-toeing through the eerie blackness
Oh hark! There she comes again..
Noiselessly, whispering his very name…
As if on cue, the jackal howls
Nervously darting from her path
Teeth bared, it watches her pass
Ominously growling at her sweeping train
Not once she flinches but chants his name.
A wandering sorceress she is called
Not a soul knows who she was before
Terrifying tales of her magical spells
Often retold by simple village dame
No other sound escapes her lips, other than that hallowed name….
As her dark veil slips in the rippling breeze
Night itself gasps in shock
Trembling, the wind dances around her
Offering its allegiance, like a stallion tame
Now’s the time! And she cries out his name.
A tremor under her feet she feels
No fear clouds her ember eyes
“Tell me that you’ve come for me!
One promise that can”t go in vain,
Now prove the magic of your name!”
And the shadows hear her ardent pleas
Nestled in black, they creep up to her
They engulf her in a lover’s embrace
Over her being, like the caress of spring rain
Nearer than ever, she hears his name.
As if all hell had broken loose
Nameless voices shrieked their glee
Tugging her along, the shadows swept
Obscuring her, like living bait
Now blushing, she awaited her mate.
Who knows what transpired that terrible night…
And what became of the devil’s bride,,,