An ancient force sacred and supreme
To unlock from her heart modern man could only dream
Once thought to be his purpose but no longer reserves this
Though once upon a time she was thought to be Divine
Until she demonstrated a quality inherent and part of her soul
A powerful dual nature caused man to lose control
Labeled a Witch! Burned at the stake!
Little did he know the consequences were great
Wondering the void
Inner screams of desperation
He yearns for her heart
and her forgotten Inspiration.
Poem written by James, the owner of this page. This poem was inspired by an essay I wrote below this one called “A Grand View”. I felt the essay was a bit sloppy and not linear and since I think I’m better with quick and short “aphorism” type of expression, I turned it into a poem.