Jezebel

The naked sullen shame
of your egotistical carry on
has sullied my purity
I--the white knight.

The scorners, jury of infamy
pronounce your sentence
as svelte swan seeking your place
embellish in the shadow.

In the old alluring castle
the endless call has ceased
and tiresome tales of untruths
kill my spirit no more.
The wind brings solace
to end my mournful days
and a masterful minstrel, custodian
of ancient ways
presents her carriage--patience,
my pathway home, again.

(03/08/97)