Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

Innocent was I, 

Or so I claim,

Til she,

The agent provocateur...

Sent me coded messages,

Hinting at things real, 

Which I before

Had only dared to dream,

In secret and in silence,

Certain I was alone,

In my disaffection.

Upon the breastworks of

The defenses she erected,

I responded to her blandishments,

"Speak not to me in code,

Agent Provocateur.

If you would incite me and arouse me

To follow you upon this path,

Of danger, excitement,

And adventure,

Say all plain and true,

In words I understand."

Thrusting herself bravely forward,

Her message she presented, 

More plainly,

Clad only in its naked truth,

And I,

Unwillingly,

Of course...

Weakened, and entered in her cause,

Following her along hidden paths,

Which took me to secret places,

Full of danger...

And the ecstasy of daring conflict.

She led me up to tops of mountains,

Where light bloomed in ways,

Which long I had not seen,

Also into deep, dark caverns,

Full of mystery,

For intimate meetings laden with secrecy,

And promises.

She brewed for me a potion,

Guaranteed to win the soul,

Of any to be led to her belief...

A potion which she had ME drink,

To prove its true effectiveness,

Which left me, stiffened with resolve

To join her in her quest,

Until its very end...

A final battle full of fire,

Explosion, and, at last

Luxurious rest due the victorious.

Many times strove she and I together,

Until, one day, she and I stepped forth,

Before the multitude, 

Where I pronounced my allegiance

To my

Agent provocateur,

At the appointed time, turning

To reveal her to all assembled,

Only to find,

Her gone.

I was left alone by her betrayal,

To face two fates:

The wrath of those maimed by my deceit,

But even worse,

A lifetime without

My...

Agent provocateur

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Echoes from silent walls... as if it mattered,

That she and I had passed this way,

And, parted at the dawn of day.

One hurried night of thoughtless pleasure,

While taken to its coarsest measure,

Within my heart a bright light gleamed,

It had been more than what it seemed.

Touched, oh yes touched deeply by,

The lady who had caught my eye,

Who I had claimed so casually,

Yet, tossed aside so soon to be...

And yet, 'twas I was caught within,

As net of love rose from our sin,

And as I heard the first bell toll,

She left ME there, a joke so droll.

As I lay, unbelieving and heartsore,

She left my world and shut the door,

And let the darkness in my soul,

Yes, on ME a joke so droll.

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