Night Vision Poem by Mary Champion

Her hair was as dark as the fears that imprisoned her mind.
Her eyes, bright as two giant emeralds, were nearly as blind.
Her heart beat in terror for something she could not conceive,
But only because it felt so out of place on her sleeve.

She spread love around with a generous and liberal hand,
Then found it was not deep enough to help her understand.
In fear she turned back to the one who asked least from the start.
For all he required was her body, to hell with her heart.

Possession is nine points of love, so she knew it was real,
Confusing the things she could see with the things she could feel.
Performing the rituals meaningless lives all require,
She stared at the sun's bright reflection and thought she'd found fire.

She wept as the beauty she prized above all fell apart,
For time's spells are strong in a body whose soul has lost heart.
Then out of the blackness, a few strands of light left their mark.
For green emerald eyes are designed to see best in the dark.