…a creation of the night
You think that you know me
but I am a mystery
a paradox, a contradiction
shallow in my depths
exultant in my misery
I am the queen of the wild
the mistress of the deep
my true form hidden
in the shadows of the sea
you see my regal beauty
but do you know my pain?
I’m a riddle, a puzzle
a conundrum, hard to solve
my thoughts and dreams mingled
a mystery, impossible to unfold
you think that you feel me
but I am an apparition
formless and shifting
creating in my imagination
my apparent incongruity
a trick of the light
but I am real
as real as the pain in your heart
or the yearning in your soul
a warrior, a battle queen
without a crown
fierce, unbreakable
my scars are who I am
I am a myth, a fairy tale
the embodiment
of every stormy gale
my voice is in the thunder
and my anger in the waves
I’m a curio, a jigsaw puzzle
my feelings and emotions
make me a complex enigma
too complex to decipher
I may seem ethereal
beneath a moonlit sky
but I wear a mask, a façade
of what people want to see
their expectations of me
in reality I am untamed
and unapproachable
you think that you see me
but I am an illusion
a creation of the night
deceptively reflected
upon the waves of light
© Ann Bagnall
