The Vixen and the Demon

Phosphorescent amulets,luminous demons

Souls that are lost and seem to live without reason

Indigo lanterns in pools of dark blue

Tells tales of romance that at one time were true

Kindling extinguished by a thought once dispursed

By a vixen whose beauty's reflected transverse

Mystic Angelics chant amidst fire

And dance among spirits that secrets admire

Whispers of voices these demons pursue

And capture by light in pools of dark blue

Now the reason for which the soul searched 

Has been given life by a thought once dispursed

And the subsequent vixen from whom the thought came

Her beauty transfixing,yet having no name