By the light of a fire burning bright
The Lady sought love in the night
Desire ignited within her dark eyes
She went to him with innocent guise
In his chamber her Lord did wait
With his black heart full of hate
After Hearts and bodies did entwine
He gave her a goblet of ruby wine
The venom brought her to the floor
He told his wife he loved her no more
It was another who set him aflame
He was callous and without shame
As the poisoned wine her life did take
A final promise she did make
Beyond the grave, his cruel crime
He would rue until the end of time
When I write short stories they often begin life as a flow of words as the seeds of an idea engenders...Wine of Desire touches on themes I like to explore-love, loss, betrayal. This little piece became "Candlenight" the tale of Lords and Ladies long ago and the ghost of Lady Leonora who walked within her castle walls seeking to avenge her ******, having met her demise at the hands of her adulterous husband and his mistress Sibylla, versed in the dark arts with a strong desire to be rid of her rival.
