Gaia
There is a trail that beckons me,
Ruthless enchantress raw and wild,
Into her world I am exiled,
Led by the wails of a banshee.
Ruthless enchantress raw and wild,
She tests my fate to prove it false,
So many paths on which to waltz,
Into her world I am exiled.
She tests my fate to prove it false,
All her ways are harsh and gentle,
Her nature is elemental,
So many paths on which to waltz.
Her nature is elemental,
Break this man and make him bristle,
Force him to become abyssal,
All her ways are harsh and gentle.
There is a trail that beckons me,
Ruthless enchantress raw and wild,
Into her world I am exiled,
Led by the wails of a banshee.
I wrote this poem with slight variation to the form of a catena rondo in five quatrains.
