Like fire and water

[sixties_remix]

My form elicits madness
In the green eye of the beholder
Possession of sword on sword
In her singular sky
Eyes startled
Protected by the same phantom
That once left the tempestuous sea
Stirred with storms
But now it lies
Calm, baron and waiting
But unmoved by the madness
And dark envy of the possessors
Of the wind.