She was not an angel
but  still she had
the gift of empathy,
with eyes able to see
deep inside
to human suffering
because she knew
that well of sorrows
better than others.
With a siren’s tongue
She could speak wisdom
softening the sharp sorrows
of the strangers that
would come
to her for healing.
She was a gifted healer
though seldom ever able
to ease her own suffering.

He was a slender trickster
with a strange aspect.
Dark shadows danced
deep inside his corneas,
reminiscent
of the old apparitions
that still haunted him.

Neither evil nor good
but misunderstood
the trickster
moved to entice her.
He wooed her with words,
wines, and revelries.
Till she succumbed to
his devilries,
and for a while
they laughed
and smiled,
living a little
happily ever after affair.
Eventually,
darkness ensnared
the light that they shared.
The trickster ran away scared
leaving the enchantress
alone to bare
all the dark shadows.

I tried to approach her,
to break the barrier
she built up in pain
to help the healer
heal again,
but her long
lover affair
with the trickster
left her unwilling
to open herself up,
and now I suffer to
knowing there
is nothing that I can do
to save her from the pain.

I do not know
where the trickster went,
or if he ever returned
when his fear was spent,
but last I saw
of my sweet sister
she was still struggling
to get clear
of the chaos.

Sometimes
at night
I hear her sorrowful songs,
they are beautiful,
but I find tears cloud my eyes
and I cannot listen too long
or I just might
cry until I die.