Freedom's Kiss. Poem by Ripper Jones

On the lee of the crooked rock I sheltered
and a glowing girl came out of the wind
she took my hand and took me forth
through a forest made of gilded trees
and placed me into a narrow cave

The windworn entrance closed up and I was alone
the silent darkness gradually cleared
and I saw the walls consisted of sparkling gems
a silver stream ran through the passage
and I walked on with marveled eyes

I came upon a large oak door
and pushed it open then I found
some people dancing merrily
with the glowing girl central to the gaiety
round and round in circles they went

I strained to see the girl inside
but now a devious whirlpool had been made
it pulled me in till my breath was expired
and at the centre I saw the glow
but the girl was not inside

What mystery what magic had I found
that messed with reason in this metaphysic place
the people were circling in a blur
and chanting ever louder snake like whispers
that rang in my ears and filled my head

I burst with all my might out of this enchanted throng
but they ran behind me as my terror increased
then I saw the glowing girl who grabbed my hand
and made the mad demonic people turn away
frightened of some power beyond imagines

The glowing girl kissed me and then I felt
a power that defied the use of words