Bewitched!

Fire, fire, young desire!
Dancing through the forest she went.
She was wild like raw blue flame,
And her head was never bent.
Nobody had ever seen her;
Only a few heard though,
Except him who waited for her every night on the hilltop,
With colourful ribbons to tie a bow.

He said she came to him every night with new riddles to solve.
She promised each riddle was hints to herself and through this her name would evolve.
And whenever he questioned about the relationship they shared,
She called it a clandestine affair.

She often said she was from another land,
where people could work without using their hands.
She even promised to take him to her palace,
And make him drink out of her blood kissed chalice.
She was everything he could ever desire,
She was always burning in golden attires.

One day he demanded to follow her back,
She warned him and told him not to be rash.
That night after she left him to return,
He followed her silently through the cavern.

When finally he reached the other side,
What he saw was only light.
What lay ahead was a lake of fire,
He heard her scream loud,
“Fire, fire, young desire!”
She spread her arms, but alas! They were wings!
She flew to the other side,
Looking back at him she smiled and said,
She would never again return at night.

From that night she never came.
But some people say they heard her sing.
Every night he returns to the hilltop
and waits for her without a blink.

He sometimes walks through the cavern
in search of the fiery lake,
The following morning he only finds
a few more burn scars after he awakes.