Smoky Vision

the uncalled notion, rolls into a catastrophe
a burning ozone within the heart
the beat too rapid, unforeseen, unheard
was it really coming from his chest ?
breadthless eyes, searching for the smoke
there was a fire, a row of steps indicated the truth
he couldn’t follow now; his shadows visible at twilight
his conation, bearing a strong warning
his heartbeat, accelerating with every thought
all the emotions, simmered in his throat
his attentions diverts
just a few hundred yards away
the raw beauty, with long raven hair, reverts
deepened skin, with footsteps bare
sleak fingers, stretching shapely at the end of each arm
eyes shadowed under the long lashes
her unwieldly dress, sinuous through ashes
wrapped amassed smokes; flying with the wind
her dainty cheeks, turned crimson
before he could make his visibility known
cloaked in the shadow, before his cover was blown
he retraced his steps towards that divine vision
a delusion locked his eyes on her face, as he neared
her rosy lips, that would smile in the brightness
of the sun; now pale with disquietude
perspiring skin, question in her eyes
his feet rooted, just a few steps behind
a yard of distance, and a hundred miles to reach her heart
where was the courage, that dug into his veins
where was the fearless man, who had torched the shed
to free his love, from a tangled thread
her deep brown eyes, slashed through his soul
he felt a vigorous force,
push through a storm in his blood
his heartbeat, intensified,
blatant as the horse back ride
four steps and he could reach her
the vision from his dreams
a perception has set his heart with a gleam
even with the anguish relenting
the unspoken words, blood staining her smooth neck
tear streaks of dust, tracing the contours of her cheeks
with soft careful steps, she made her way towards him
a magnetic pull found their fingers, as they locked
a nerve wrecking relief, from her shoulders, dropped
as her head, fell on his chest; no screams, no cries
Resentment from days before, could’ve dried
Years of insolence, trapped behind the castle walls
She had spent her days, scrubbing floors
Instead of playing with dolls,
Her only solace, had been the concealed window
Where she was locked every night
Away from the villagers sight
He was a shadow, a robin for thieves
He had brushed his skills, with the first hoot,
Filling his needs and treasures, with every loot
Until his eyes had fallen, to the sheer beauty
His mind adhered, his heart captured
His only goal, to free her from the affliction
His plans set, with every determination
He glided his way towards the woods
Carrying his maiden, in his arms..
Through twilight and smoke, they embarked
Upon a new journey, and disappeared into dark