witches of Orléans

a pretty girl in platform heels steps
over puddles in the rain-slicked street.
her skirt swishes about her slim thighs
as she ambles in the warm, fresh night.
she drinks red wine from a flask and flirts
with a young man playing a pan flute.
they lie together in the wet grass
and embrace as if the world was theirs.

chaste and girded for battles to come,
the saint sits astride her eerie horse.
a charm of enchantment stills her lips
as she watches the young lovers writhe
through the extended tunnel of time.
a screech owls hoots in the ancient yew,
the wind picks up as a storm front nears,
and clouds slide over the crescent moon.