The Most Beautiful Maiden
A magnificent sheen ripples through the air,
...
Midst the barrage
Of glowing gamboge plumes
A grand manipulator casts control
The profligate employer
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The tattered violet hues erupt, The headstrong tower put
As wind carries the shower of dark, mystical blades
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The sublime, lucent beauty of fire
Is as mysterious as it is arcane
The abysmal molten web is strewn
As writhing tongues lick in vain
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The morning's sunrise drives off the dew
Of built up languor
Leeching off the blood of conspiracy, resting in calm assurance
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Your magnificent eyes, dark emeralds aflame
Your silky bronzed hair, still perfect in rain
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Charcoal shadows flash along the rocks
Then draconic echoes pierce the valley
Silver scythes slip out of hiding
Under the bite of the moon, a grin of shiny daggers
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The Most Beautiful Maiden
The Most Beautiful Maiden
A magnificent sheen ripples through the air,
As her pristine hair flows like liquid bronze,
In a marvellous cascade down to her shoulders
When sunlight glazes over it, the surroundings glow in amber beauty
Her eyes, fiery emeralds, wrought with a crystalline brilliance, slay the hearts of all men who gaze upon them
Delicate yet enthralling features enwreathe a smile that imbues an electric passion, a fierce gravity of desire
The sweet melody of her laughter lightens the darkness in troubled minds
A sensuous angel, relaxed on the knoll, serves a powerful digression from outer tumult
An incredible serenity, bereft of sin
One hopes in vain for her attention, to have the aura of perfection pouring it’s youthfulness over your soul,
For an amorous glance, hope seems to disappear, a buoy in a sea of dolour
The arrows of her spirit piercing all monotony
A magnetic yearning
To beseech the flowering beauty,
Behold this serene, graceful maiden, such a sporadic rarity, almost unbeknown to a wandering world
Alexander Wojno