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Bethany
By: Keith Fuchs
www.myththepoet.com / www.facebook.com/myththepoet
A Compelled By Cammy Production
Bethany was sent to me,
By the Lord's decree
To descry me when I was sad and lonely.
To comfort me with empathy,
She was a mystery,
When I was entrenched in suicidal episodes of anxiety.
Frequently, it was she that assailed me with her boundless sublimity,
In my most vulnerable status, when I had no control over my emotions or
bodily functions.
I could not take a nap or read novels,
Without the image of her face, forcing me to grovel and strain.
Until finally, she came when it seemed too late.
"Bethany, my sweet and loyal servant,
Whom journeyed to Galeli for me
To defend innocence and peace,
A warrior of charity, a decorated seraphim
Would you take on, one more assignment for me?
- Humbly, my Lord - answered she.
Her response and dialect, smooth and refined.
Dear and valiant Bethany, please find my son
He is somewhere out there, coming undone.
Find him in the darkness, you'll be his umbra,
The penultimate flash accompanied by thunder.
- Perfectly my Lord, I will locate your son Keith and bring him along.
She responded dutifully to the command in the ethereal city.
She turned with her wings abridged, for future placement of me
under her pinion.
And she flew with her orchid cloak dancing in the wind.
I remember the occassion and her sultry serenade.
I was lost and hunted by personal demons with a blade affixed to my wrist.
Then she came to me from the mist and eased me to unclench my fist.
My liberator, my conqueror;
A clever archer clad in cosmetic ivory sheath armor;
With halycon imposed, Her midriff exposed,
Her alabaster skin, flaunting her beauty.
It'd be easy to hurt her, if she were punched or kicked, as she fulfilled her duty.
My beloved nurturer, how she was dispatched to me'
Truthfully it was I, whom ventured for she.
I spent years in hell, so she can take me to Heaven.
Burning and boiling in formations of brimstone, just so.
We can share that brief convergence.
I fall to my knees and beg of thee,
To spend eternity nestled in the raptus of the ceremony,
The warm and snug brace shared mutually, between her and me.
She had been attacked and clawed,
Bit, gnawed and wounded
Bellowing out moans, groans and roars,
From the devlish ogres sinking their teeth in to the meaty flesh of Bethany.
Nevertheless, she would not be curbed no matter how hurt,
From rescuing me in my peril.
I felt guilt, that she were injured by ferals
And I had no knowledge, for I would have insulated and covered her from any harm.
I was doused in remorse, she was a lovely specimen,
I was filthy and covered in sin, but she cleansed me in an instant.
There was only misnomer, I captured her, as she trapped me.
She stole my heart and became its owner.
I swore to protect her with my life if necessary.
You see, we were a match made in Heaven - Bethany and me.
She saved me and I am always in debt,
I adore her, we are two egrets with beaks enthread.
Bethany - the angel whom I'd cheerfully bewed
It never was an issue, if she were an angel and I was a human.
She was the soldier annoited at the critical moment of poignance.
Forever to be worshipped and loved by the one she salvaged without disappointment.
Bethany had never experienced pain like that in centuries,
But never once did it stop her from overcoming the sentries and getting to me.
I love her and need her, once I hugged her I would never let her go.
My arms forever wrapped around her body of powdery flakes of snow,
Complemented by cerulean irishes hinted with a divine glow.
For originally, Bethany came to me a dream,
In the form fitting attire the color of cream,
Showcasing her supernatural amatory
With gilted ribbons and bows, sewed in to her robust chestnut braids and strands of long hair.
Her artistry and glamor unrivaled,
None could compare to her pristine inflection,
Her soft tonality with immense respect and consideration.
"Son you may have wandered astray but you were always under my care -
I sent my daughter Bethany, my noble agent so you and I reconvene,
But now it seems, you have become enamored with she",
Indeed, Almighty, I was shriveled and imprisoned,
Panicked and shaken, until I saw her egress from the dour.
Never have I ever been annexed with such brilliant exalted furious power.
She is mine, my Lord, for I know you create her
But since I have met her, she has left my chest with a bottomless crater
That can only be filled by the lucious touch of her hand,
And to kiss her and hold her, any point that I stand. -
In perpetuity, I paid homage, dying in the process,
So I can spend all of infinity with precious Bethany.
Copyright 2014, Keith Fuchs, Compelled By Cammy Productions, All Rights Reserved
