Enchantress Speaks

I was once called an enchantress,
By the seraph, who upon me did impress,
Words, affectionate, that fondly assured,
That I was loved with a love, genuine and true.

Who was enchanted, and who was the witch?
Whose was the spell and whose the trick?
Who was it, that first unconsciously fell?
The kindly nymph or the unwilling enchantress?

If beauty was time, you had remarked,
The enchantress would have been eternity,
In her tender fingers, you had sparked,
Passion, translated, euphoric, and heavenly.

Who was enchanted, and who was the witch?
Whose was the spell and whose the trick?

Enchantress has today lost her wand,
And the amicable seraph has triumphantly won,
The enchantress, the nymph does not seek,
But enchantress sees the nymph by her talking creek.

To October winds, the failing magician her song, utters,
So that they may carry her wishes to the far-away land,
Where the nymph hides, secure and snug,
She prays her message might find the divine hand.

The enchantress told the winds that she had done a wrong,
But she sent her apologies through her song,
Because she didn’t intend to trick anyone,
Most of all, to the loving nymph that she longs.

Now, you can judicious, fast and quick.
Who was enchanted, and who was the witch?
Whose was the spell and whose the trick?

The final truth, has to be this,
The enchantress was not a witch,
It was the nymph that was exclusive, exotic,
And the “enchantress” was just somebody human—unintentionally erring.


The songbird spoke at 1:22 am on the 13th of December, 2009.