MY POEMS #5 'A Forest/Dusk and Her Embrace'

A Forest/Dusk and Her Embrace
By Jesse Young (2006-2007)

Draped in an allure,
T'was thick as to obscure,
Entrap and beguile its prey.
She the lowly maiden fair,
For whom many hearts despair,
Neither her look nor her gaze,
Whispered mischievous intent.
Playfully naive minx,
Though illustriously aware,
Many men claimed to have saw,
For time immemorial,
She frolicked the woods of yore,
Nubile forest nymph
Possessive of remarkable flair,
But lo! To catch her eyes,
She'd tear you to the brink,
With her disconcerting incise.
In a rare and fleeting moment of surprise,
Bearly a glimpse would suffice,
Decreed to a life sentence.
Inclined to chase this maiden fair,
Far through all woods of yesteryear,
Chasing a blank forgery of a heart,
Long since faded, eroded-imitation,
All but lost,
To the winding passage of time.