Thoughts of a Loner.

Nymph Was She. (By Sapphirus)

He stood by the cold cobblestone path,
Through the taciturn nature of the woods,
By the crystal lake,
Reflecting his very solitude,
His mind disconsolately gone,
Disconsolate from the very worldly being.

He stood by the cold cobblestone path,
Looking up the sapphire skies,
His luck jaded,
His eyes very crimson,
As he walked,
Walked through the full yet lonely woods,
And there she was,
By the crystal lake.

The most serene creation his crimson eyes,
Eyes ever witnessed,
As the sapphire skies were clouded yet again,
Clouded with mystic uncertainty,
His being enveloped by worldly sins yet again,
As the cold breeze cascaded his being,
Oh she was a nymph.

A nymph she was,
Beauty so mystifying,
His mind orchestrating,
Orchestrating a symphony,
Symphony of Bane and Desire,
Intoxicating his very being,
As he looked,
Looked at her.

Her eyes filled with galaxies,
Galaxies and universes,
Stars and stardust of it's own,
Her hairs silky as satin,
Her skin golden and fair,
Fair as snow,
Golden as the sunlight on an autumn evening,
Her lips so lush,
Lush as roses dripping with toxin.

He was a stranger to his very being,
Predator he became,
Predator of night and darkness,
As she was the beauty,
Beauty of heavens itself.

The symphony melodic,
As he approached her,
His crimson eyes bejewelled,
For she was no nymph,
No nymph was she.

She was the devil herself,
Succubus she was,
Incarnation of sin itself,
Who captivated his very being,
For it was the Symphony of Desire,
Symphony of Demise.

As she bared and buried her fangs,
Fangs deep in his neck,
Fangs piercing his very soul.

As he stood,
By the cobblestone path.

~ Sapphirus