Then Beauty Takes Her Leave as The Evil SH’man Sleeps.
Black night comes,
alone and cold.
Smart beauty sleeps warmed
By hands that fold.
In quietness the present enemy waits.
Beauty taunts not.
She need not…
For time be her friend.
Coldness aligns her side
And loneliness sang lullabies to her;
“sleep child sleep.”
SSH…Shh…
The fight grows small.
Sleeps on the horizon; it calls.
Hearing distance voices my eyes rest.
The hills and a mountain melody lays sleeps fog.
I answer…
Can you hear it, as well?
He snores…
“Gently gently, sleep.”
Beauty crawls from fingers once tight.
Careful, careful…
Not to awaken the captures soul…
She’s played before..
However it’d grown old.
She plays well.
A champion for sure.
Quietly quietly,
“SSH”…says She….
“Awaken not my game.”
“Comes tomorrow a fair shame is he.”
“Foe rest; later your dare…”
“Truth? Ha!”
“Thought you had me?”
“You foolish sh’man.”
“Look! Who has who.”
“Thought you’d won?”
“Ha!!!”
“Surely thought?
I’d not get away?”
Ah…Before Daylight shines…
“One last game..It affords me so…”
Whispers stories in midnight sleep.
You’ll think strange, “God’s” voice for certain.
Magical messages, images, songs and words;
“God’s!, not His at all…”
Ah Hah!!
“Goody, goody for me.”
“One more time before nights end
Can bully jab my soul.”
“NOT!”
Then; Beauty declares her win…
Her long fairy fingers reach for the harp.
The soul of her game?
To pluck his “F” sharp…
“Bold challenges,” said Beauty,
“HIS love I detest,
but, as He has made it,
I surrender my quest.”
By Bonnie Jennings @Copyright 2010
Happy new year and best wishes to you and yours for health, happiness, peace & prosperity in 2015!
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