his eyes glowed: deep amber,
though fragile in the mist. they were
restless energy warding off the chill;
he gave me the littered leaves,
his own creations; twisted chestnut
pendants and a fairy-coloured crown
with the wind of his breath,
how could i resist? though i knew i
was hardly the first or the only,
tasted his lure, drank his beauty...
and i was ensnared.