My Fabled Witness

But God! Her eyes are deep like pools that make the sea to perk its interest in, And ay! I cannot think nor e'en reply, for knowing how quick feelings succumb to the frozen Wastes, and when they stare: the air betwixt is fire-cast and by the Gorgon-look, wherefore most recede? Antagonism sets the construct of my soul to spring upon the flames of sacrileging deed. Her skin! Its whiteness radiant like the spectral shift - whence only sable dreams of night resist. In the seeing is the feeling, the dark imagined sin, that rises, hungry, barren; in xenophobic wist. Belie the figure and the form before my fate resigns alas, she speaks - I swoon - fair beauty is enhanced, Breath of madness, winds of love that furl my lungs to sail; it faster grows the more it shows, yet follows unadvanced. Within, my mind's conjoined by promises, of sparkling power'd all, quiet are the perturbed waves, lessened by the fall.