Her ephemeral mundane attention
caress the enraged barbarian.
His fainting heart eclipsing her,
declaring hand of wraith.

Her pale cheeks almost turn
red, yet her eyes melt away,
In delightful memories of his
vicious and dubious hand.

Now the enraged barbarian
lays with repentance and
his ever echoing soul resides
in a dungeon of her forging


churlishing smiles. And she
leaps around the garden, like
a royal princess with nothing
to confide.