© 2011 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved

The Seduction of Arthur

She gathered up her sickle knife,
her pouch of herbs, her bell,
her wand of divination,
a cord to bind the spell.

Donning her cloak of midnight stars
went forth into the night,
to magick with her mysteries;
her brother’s life to blight.

On finding him, she gave him drink
laced with the poppy’s oil,
conducive to forgetfulness,
the better to embroil
him in the charm of making
essential to her task;
he drank, he smiled, he drank again,
he drained the chalice flask.

Thus doomed to spawn his only son
all night with her he lay,
not knowing his own sister,
priestess, witch: Morgaine le Fay.
© 2011 RC deWinter

Digital oils; taken from an original
self-portrait shot in 1998.

Tech specs: Photoshop, Filter Forge, Arkvis Sketch, Arkvis Oils