Dance Of The Black Cats Poem by H.L. Dowless

I saw her languishing there in the courtyard among the flowers,
sitting 'neath the old pear tree,
holding a bouquet of chrysanthemum for hours,
appearing as though her dark secret was to forebear all chastity.

I had heard that her secluded practice was Stygian magic,
I heard if from a spectrum bride to be,
so I sneaked down the street around the corner ecstatically
and this is what happened to me.

I hid so completely there in the hedge,
there was no way that she or anyone else could see
that I was there peeking to give my mind an edge,
silently hoping that she would in ecstatic joy, indeed
embrace me.

My heart raced with anticipation
as she lifted her face to meet mine,
anxious for the trill of the moment in elation,
for my twain her longing passion did pine.

An unseen pull did find it's way,
forcing me along in it's tainted line,
like a pursuing panther did I creep toward her stay.
Without speaking a single word she arose in time
with my approach on that enrapturing day.

Her veiling toga fell from her shoulders
as she arose to greet my embracing approach.
My enchanted heart raced making me bolder,
upon her nude form I did encroach.

I could not resist as her haunting spell enchanted,
for my very soul her spirit did desire use,
my mortal mind and body her panting
fascination did seduce.

She forced me to engage in frivolity
in which I had no choice to stay.
She compelled me to speak tainted words to deify
her embrace,
which I now so bitterly recall to my own astonished dismay.

When the time for repression has passed,
knew then I that she was no mere mortal,
for her net upon my poor soul had now been cast,
just as the spirit compelling the dance of the black cats had foretold.

Just as the hazy blood moon in the midnight sky
compelled the face on the pumpkin to speak it's prophesy of doom,
in absence of any intellectual composure explaining why;
still the whining dance of the black cats shall always foretell one's gloom,
in-spite of all imposing conjecture, its prophesy does never lie.

She whisked me away to eternally merge with the light
of the mid-night moon,
for all infinity my penalty is to dance in the graveyard for the demons of the night,
until the time of the Elysium garden's bloom.