The Pursuit

Hold my hand and guide me
lost forever in eternal hope.
Born for sin he said-
the waiting axe, the hanging rope.

The human chain follows
enchanted by her immortal passion.
A bagpiper's lucid dream-
into the darkness, into the chasm.

The dark silhouette stands still
while her silver robe dances and swoons.
She howls in pain & in pleasure-
the stalking wolf, the ageless moon.

The crystal ball rings hollow.
Her eyes veiled in a knowing smile.
The assurance of a cynic-
the haunting innocence, the persuasive guile.

Hold her hand and guide her
as she laughs- drunk, exuberant.
Spellbound by the shadows-
towards oblivion, uplifting and arrant.