Dulcinea.
A moment frozen
Cervantes beckoned
She was supposed to come.
Dulcinea.
Achingly close, agonizingly far.
Always so far.
Dulcinea.
Silhouette
Swaggering Spaniard
Maddening twilight of patient embers
slow fume in dogged hold on life
The flames of destruction
Or redemption
The answer lay
In the life of coals ashen grey
Frustration building
To fight against
Dying light
It was all he ever knew
A cry
In the darkness
Quickening pulse
Simmering eyes
Refused to recognize
For he knew
That the light
It grew
Demure defiance
Glimmered in the darkness
Dulcinea
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