The Appointment

The wind blows bitter across the open plain The storm clouds are threatening and black She walks naked and alone to meet someone She knows there can’t be any turning back She is sure he will be there for her arrival He has never been a man to break his word ‘Witches chimney at midnight’ he’d told her A meeting she would like to have deferred She draws ever closer to her destination Just a hundred yards more for her to walk It’s too late now, the pact cannot be broken Up above circles Zeus, his watching hawk He stands and waits at the witches chimney She wishes she could cover her deep shame His luminous red eyes glow as he sees her He speaks to her, breathing tongues of flame ‘I’m so glad you’ve fulfilled our appointment’ His eyes like fire, his hair as black as coal In his embrace she regrets what was promised She should not have let the Devil buy her soul