Weathered Diaries

She was his last thought at night; at break of day,the first light. A beautiful figment of his imagination, an intelligent honesty in all his citation. Her thoughts made his heart chime,  fragrance reminding him of roses and thyme. Writer whirlpooling to his destruction, enthralled by her treacherous seduction. To accept their love,the world refuse one mad writer and his phantom muse.