A lone maiden
stands by the door,
Her bare feet
on the marble floor
A silk gown
draped over her slender frame,
Her voice sweet
and clear as she calls my name.
Slowly, as if
in a trance,
I move towards
her as she begins to dance.
She dances with
beauty, full of grace,
A tender smile
on her unblemished face,
The high, broad
forehead, the exotic brows,
The graceful
slope of her beautiful nose
Her cherry lips
curved into a smile,
Her entire face
seems to beguile.
Her slender
nape, so white and soft,
She dances as
though she's flying aloft,
Her raven black
hair tumbling down to flow,
Down her bare
back, it seems to glow
With a beauty
never before seen,
In man's worldly
realm.
Her long, slender
legs gracefully twirl,
Around the room
she seems to whirl,
But her breathing
grows laboured as she waltzes by,
Her heart is
pounding as she heaves a sigh.
Slowly, gracefully,
she tumbles down,
Her luxurious
hair acting as her crown.
She sinks to
the floor, her violet eyes wide,
Her slender
hands by her side.
Her thick black
lashes flutter once,
She knows in
her heart that she's danced her last dance…
Her beseeching
eyes seek my frightened ones,
To her side
I quickly run.
I take her hand
and cradle it in mine,
It seems so
delicate, so exquisite and fine.
She smiles and
turns her gaze above,
My goddess of
beauty, my goddess of love.
Thousands of
angels with hair of gold,
Their shining
clothes hang in folds.
Their thunderous
voices fill the hall,
All this and
more my loved one saw.
She ascended
slowly to their embrace,
I take a last
look at her glowing face.
And in splendour
fitting to her own,
She rises and
leaves me alone.
Alone in a dark,
cold room,
Where dark shadows
around me loom.
