Her

You strive to find your center but are quickly greeted by a hocus.

Throwing you off course, you wander aimlessly until you see it, bringing you to focus.

It stands with a solemn face, welcoming you to its domain, the Locust.

No matter where you turned, eyes pierced through your soul.

It is almost as if these eyes are demanding to make you less whole.

This place seems to be a trap created for your demise.

Trying not to be perceived is clearly out of your control.

Then, you feel it, a sweetness like no other, Her dark, black eyes.

They stare through the very essence of your being.

Now you know you will not be fleeing.

You weren’t aware such beauty existed on this bridge of sighs.

You hadn’t fallen in awe when you first arrived since you felt chastised.

But now, all that swarms you is a bliss unknown to humankind.

Everything you learned slowly fades while you throw all influence behind.

She feeds you with a comforting hand accompanied by a sting that tears you apart

While calling you her sweetheart.

The sting, however, does not push you away; it only lures you closer

It feels as if you could journey with this being for all of time.

A heavenly view could only be produced by a goddess; how sublime.

Gazing at the belle of the Locust, you never want to break free.

Ecstasy swarming your reality already began.

This Seraph amongst man.

Suddenly, She speaks and says:

“Walk with me down the valley of Locust

Bitterness consumes the path that you journey down

I see much pain lurking in you, you mustn’t frown.

Forget what you believe and stand by me as you now exist in my eyes—

And my eyes only.”

It’s long, dark hair bewitches you as you gaze forward.

Feeling that sense of comfort again, you grow to be protective, as it is now your duty.

You begin to lift your foot so you may shadow this new-found beauty.

How foolish.