The Traveller and other poems

Seduction

She thrusts her hand into the cloud,
a twirling, swirling mass of blue
coalescing into a shroud,
above the pot of magic brew.

A twirling, swirling mass of blue
vapour, seduction in its shade
above the pot of magic brew,
tempts with whispers of magic's Blade.

Vapour seduction, in its shade
beneath new subtle golds and greens,
tempts with whispers of magic's Blade—
the wielder gains the power of Queens.

Beneath new subtle golds and greens,
the promise given. Yes, my friend,
the wielder gains the power of Queens
but have you heard the journey's end?

The promise given, yes. My friend,
a maid may wish to be transformed,
but have you heard? The journey's end
holds danger for the uninformed.

A maid may wish to be transformed:
coalescing into a shroud
holds danger. For the uninformed,
she thrusts her hand into the cloud.