(A lone voice whispers)

Walking in like the Grand Inquisitor
Tomás de Torquemada

Dressed in a dark robe

With Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata” playing loudly in her wake

I can remember when Love brought me through a gate

To a doorway leading to her Three Castles of Rejection

Cruelty
Intolerance, and Fanaticism

And when she nearly broke me within each of those walls, she introduced me to her other Three Castles of Seduction

Through another darkly lit doorway

Ecstasy
Blissfulness and Tranquility

Such is the juxtaposition of entering her Great Halls of Eden

For those Red coloured doors within that painted room, could lead you to your sweet salvation or doom

So just be careful when you smell her sweet perfume, when she smiles, as she approaches

For once, she takes you into her Great Halls of Eden

Once you enter that oak panelled waiting room

Always remember

One day, you could be in her master bedroom

And then one day, feel the harsh bristles of her witches broom

As you soul pleads and yells

Such is the power of being under her mesmerising spell

(C) Copyright John Duffy