The Call

She stands alone upon a hill
In the dead of night
She looks at him as though looks could kill
In the pale moonlight

She beckons him to her, closer still
And coyly runs away
He lingers, unsure if this is real
But He knows She wants to play

He follows her with a growing smile
For He knows to where they head
He knows that in a little while
He'll take this maid to bed

He'll take Her hard and strong and fast
For all the nightlife to come and see
When all is done, the spell is cast
As Him to Her and She to He

Such a bond is not easy broke
For it is as strong as steel
Elusive as the wispy smoke
He taught Her how to feel

Such a fire she'd never felt
He tended to Her flame
Twas under His touch that She would melt
No other would be the same

He spoke, not words of Shakespeare
But one's of similar air
Of love, of passion, of want, of fear
With definitive contemporary flair

Such is life, one could suppose
That good things don't last long
He and She had ceased to grow
Something had gone wrong

Reality is rarely kind
And this instance is the case
There's no closure, no peace of mind
Just a feeling she cannot place

She wanders 'round confused and dazed
Does She want it again?
The days were better when nights were crazed
It seemed much simpler then

But life's complex and sometimes hard
And no two people are as one
He remains a significant shard
Of a life barely begun

It's not His fault things went awry
There is no fault at all
The Heart is there, it did not die
It's waiting for His call.