Twilight pomem

Twilight Poem UntitledOh wondrous as the twilight's duskHis hands, still neither coarse nor brusqueCaress his lover's furrowed browAnd speak, with honeyed prose, a vow:"My Isobel, with beating heart so sweet,We find our nuptials at long last, complete."Said Isobel, a child of Vesta:" And how long must I be sequestered?With virtuous devotion, long abidingHave I waited for this union's guiding.Now thine ring is on my fingerHow much longer shall we linger?"Sir Edward spoke, with irritation:"Speak no more of our consummation.Thou bargains with her own death giverOn your request, I shall deliver."Sweet Isobel's eclipsed complianceThus coronated her alliance.With breaking dawn and glistening dewAwakens she, refreshed anew."O foolish child," his voice strained not,"Look what your arrogance hath wrought."And so, the bruised and broken lamb, lain bareWas safe within her lion's snare.