Search for revelation in the widening gyre and you may miss it.
Kairos, that precise, perfect moment for action.
Things hang in the balance ere things fall apart.
Snared in my dark lady's mystique, I dreamt
I spied it. Bespelled into undeserving love
for my lady fair, I thought I'd found it.
Shadow portents wrought by others' hands;
mere moments of mistaken ecstasy.
Or unguessed 'til later: my beloved descended, unexpectedly alive,
had I only kept her hands in mine.
Finally in the rough beast's accursed maw, epiphany flashed bright:
To let my warrior lady live, I let her go.
