A rampart I raven’d to leap
bewitched to possess,
to wear pearls and rubies
so barefoot I ran,
reckless and wild.
The verdant denied,
with tufts of thorns and pointed pines.
Whilst I blindly chased the delusion of my eyes,
gulping down each pain along the way
for the red was too vivid , the white too bright.
Panting, I reached the trail’s tail
and there it stood await.
After scaling down the parapet
I was left with pricked feet and moist cheeks;
where the swollen view revealed a barren land.
Hopeless, I sank, head in hands,
where only a trace of lost possession lingered
a diamond ring: forsaken.