... You turn like the tide of the ocean
on this occasional night.
The stranger you needed to see;
a stranger black as midnight.
Staring at torches in his eyes,
you are transfixed...
Drawn to the flames like a helpless moth;
you are caught...
But the fire within his eyes were not his...
They were reflections of your own.
A monarch of unique exotic colors,
entrapped in a web of ecstasies.
No matter how hard one flutters to escape it.
Won't let you try until this;
your Quest has faded...
Continues in the book 'MidKnight Rendezvous'