The Surge
Sweetness and rage, come on salient tides.
Dissident’s rival, seeks clandestine lies.
Spellbound to linger, thus braided to fate.
Her providence fading, and heart held in wait.
Remembering warmth, births plenary bide
Captive, words useless, just weighing her mind.
Where now can, til always, the loathsome man stay?
Compelled to slay demons, but torpid in fray.
Chelle