Bewitching by her eyes and chest The riddled lady came abreast Yet the answer I did supply her Fatally frosted my deep desire These unfleshly lines are all that rest
It is not sorrow towards I strive Pain and passion strike as one We may win both or may win none Bold the men that still contrive To decrypt this ruthless riddle of life
After the painting "Oedipus and the Sphinx" by Gustave Moreau (1826-1898); www.facebook.com/a.henslo.poetry