She danced
a symbolic grace
with a look of malice
written on her face

She cast a
lunatic eclipse
of my erratic soul

The Maiden
The Mother
The Crone

It was more than a phase,
just a glimpse into our story-lines
star-crossed
in our own paths
in our own way

She shed the scales
from her eyes
took me by the hand
and spun me into
a fiery embrace

We destroyed each other
but we were complete