[Note: Empusas are shape-shifting female beings]
It was a long wintry night
As the wind shivered in ecstatic fright
And owls shrieked from unknown height,
When an Empusa walked within my sight.
She was a beauty without a face
And I thought it looked without grace
So I decided to help her this once
And placed a book on the ground, without response
She looked to her left, she looked to her right
There was no one within her sight,
Bewildered, she stooped to pick up the book
My mouth slightly curved in a hook
Opened the book; the world slightly swayed
And the moon was covered in a crimson shade
And to me, the darkness its respect paid
I gestured with my hand
The was no need for a merry band
To play the prelude
Of this grand event, which will the word delude
The wind picked up its pace,
And my murky heart stated to race
In the mirror, my eyes gleamed with an infernal trace
As I slowly danced across the darkness, and mist
That to me was all but a tryst
With my internal laughter
That echoed through the nameless forest.
What I saw before me now,
Was a beauty with a lovely face
It looked as if the heavens,
Finally had a space
To put all their splendor to work
I couldn't help but smirk
Because deep down I knew,
It was not heaven nor hell
That did cast the forgotten spell,
Whose story no one would tell
Now the heaven defying enchantress
Stood lonely in the abandoned forest,
That would never ever be at eternal rest,
With the book placed close to heart
Reading a story, that had no end nor start.
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