Bewitched Immortal Love Poem by Sylvia Leigh

On a crisp October night
By love's sweet spell I knew,
My world would never be the same,
Beneath the autumn moon.
Bewitching words of love spake he
To lure me from the light
With ever-enchanting promises
As solace from my fright.

The longer he whispered, the farther I dared
To follow the path he led,
All the while fighting
A hideous case
Of perpetual fear and dread.

The man - so irresistible,
Well-versed and full of charm,
Swore the world and all it held
Lay waiting in his arms.

Of immortality he spake,
Of life fit for a queen,
Of wealth untold, magnificent tales
Of places I'd never been.

With all my might, I struggled to fight
The spell of the stranger's eyes,
Willing myself with all that I had,
To run from the stranger's lies.

But blinded by tears and stricken with fright
I sadly could fight no more.
Surrender gave way on that sweet autumn night
To all he had promised before!

With quite a seductive tenderness,
He offered then his hand,
Transporting we two - to greater heights
Just as he had planned.
We danced across the moon...(I swear) ,
We loved all through the night,
Demanding but one concession
That I sacrifice the light.

You see,
The man who stole my heart
Required so much more....
Destiny deems I walk the night
As never I did before.
By day, I sleep with sweet regret
And wait for evening's fall.
To dance the dance I shan't forget
Each time I hear his call...