Saturday 2 August 2014

Blog-A-Day By PoemTramp Ray

The Gypsy Seductress

There is an ashy, soft glow, sighing within her dazzling eyes
Behind her stone-gray wall, her gates and bridges; mystery’s’ princess cries
She’s a Gypsy Seductress, with Egyptian eyes

She is a sorceress and a firefly that mesmerizes, captivates, then hides
Just when you think you’ve finally found her book of spells
She whirls around you, holds you hypnotized
Gypsy Seductress a thief in the night

She’s an easy believer / deceive’ her, if you can never do her wrong
To be with her’s an effort, but don’t try to hard to love her, she’ll be moving on
Gypsy Seductress, strings you along

She wears a fools’ gold gown and silver; sparkling neath a crescent desert moon
If you stare too long, the violet sea will take her and you into its tomb
Around her neck, she wears ten thousand dried and emptied shattered shells
Her long, silk hair’s the colour of Egyptian sands; an alluring vale, she stares you in
But can you tell, to heaven or to hell?
Gypsy Seductress, she’s knows you all too well

If you stay too long inside her room of mirrors, the reflections will have won
Gypsy Seductress, She’ll eclipse you like the sun
Gypsy Seductress, wherever she came from

 
The Electric Ghost of Lady Violet

In the middle of the night, (middle of the night) where it’s so cold outside
The moon glow wanes but in flickering resurrection, like flashing candle light projection,
She’s a beacon through the smoke clouds of my minds’ corrupted eyesight

Through weeping stardust, whispering (whispering wind)
Brume-spray, drone of goodnight to drown out the shivering wick
The misty wind so mellow (mellow)
The willow trees sway; sighing branches scratch the wires like the bow across the cellos
The waves of Lady Violet
The Power of Lady Violet
It’s all that I must know
Where is Lady Violet?
Where has she gone?

She calls for me when I fall deep into an autumn full moon sleep
I feel her spirit come to me. Her presence, blinding, prevents any visions of the angels
I must see
I feel the touch of Lady Violet burning right through me
The hand of Lady Violet
Deeply, Lady Violet
Oh.,
(repeat chorus)

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