The Fool

A young woman recalls her encounter with a supernatural being.

As the raindrops fall outside my window
I close my eyes and think of you.
Have the rain somehow reached me?
For the coldness of sadness drips down this fool.
You were a god to mortal eyes
Your eyes like emeralds so filled with light.
Were you a demon, an angel?I never knew.
But my heart was open in awe of you.

You took my blood, my body, my soul
but you gave nothing, nothing at all.
At night I waited for you to show
to give me pleasure I'd never known.
Now ever more I dream of you.
In spite of knowing the dreadful truth.
I was a pawn, a simple tool
You took my soul, I was the fool.