Brighter then, and brighter as it seemed
Shone the spectre, as Geraldine screamed
‘Mercy, have mercy upon me, mother mild
‘Twas not my wish to besiege thy child!’
‘Then whose, demon-stock?’ Set forth the mother
‘Doth the succubus have father, sister, brother?
Art thou witch, warlock, devil’s sporn?
In which measureless cavern wast thou born?
In which savage place, devil haunted
Out of which hags unclean womb wast enchanted?
Geraldine flung up her arm the incandescence to ward
Then with unimaginable swiftness fled o’er the sward
Fled thru’ copse, fled thru’ coppice
Loosed the cincture from beneath her bodice
Hissing she drew in her breath aloud
As ‘neath the clutching trees she bowed
Her silken robe and inner vest
Dropped from her naked breast
Then, O! what change did transpire
O’er this lofty lady, this object of desire
Whose stately neck and arms were laid bare
Whose blue-veined feet now unsandaled were?
Her lithe form yet more lissome became
Sinuous, snake-like, till no semblance of human form did it retain
And then in sinuous winding curves
Swiftly glided away
A bright green serpent escaping sun’s bright ray
Yet still pursued that spectral blaze of light
The mother’s burning heart ardent for the fight
Tho’ no longer of this mortal coil
To ward her daughter, was to her sweet toil
She poised to strike
To rid the world of evil and its like
When, echoing thru’ forest and glade
Ne’er was sweeter sound e’er made
A bugle call, the herald’s sign:
Bracy was come in the nick of time