The Words of a Lonely Soul

Bright Love

A mysterious maiden
Blushing under the stars
Calling to her lover
Discovered
Evil they thought
Fraught with dark magic
Great beauty too captivating
Hung
Innocent soul
Just born fair of face
Killed for superstition
Lamented
Moaning softly
Not expecting reply
Overwhelming grief
Petition
Querulous questions
Requesting one thing
See once more the lover
Tormented
Unheard answer
Vast emptiness
When she spoke
Xenoglossia
Yet this language of death she spoke echoed through
Zealous passion informing her lover of just what to do

A man brokenhearted
Beleaguered of love
Crying for her
Dejected
Ethereal voice
Filled with solutions
Gave him the key
Hope
Incense offered
Judgement over his heart
Kneeling in prayer
Loyal
May he see her
Nothing more
Only love
Pure
Quietly pleading
Rewarded in full
She would return
Tonight
Unable to touch
Valiant love burns
Wandering the dark heavens
Xenagogue
Yea she became the moon to see him each night
Zephyrs her touch and her smile his light