Enamored Woman, The Thespian

In a twilight epoch, 'neath the stage's spell,
A woman sat, entranced, where tales would swell.
A play unfurled, a cataclysmic plot,
As actors wove emotions, each a lot.

Yet midst the theatric, a figure stood,
A knightly actor, every gesture good.
Her heart, aflutter, like a bird twitterpated,
Enamored by his art, she sat elated.

His words, a fabulist's enchanting lore,
Painting scenes vivid, emotions galore.
Her eyes locked in a fervent, silent dance,
Caught in the throes of a thespian trance.

As scenes unfolded, a symphony played,
Emotions crescendoed, passions displayed.
The woman watched, lost in his portrayal,
An unforeseen captivation, an amorous derail.

In the theater's embrace, an ethereal glow,
He, the luminary, cast an aureate show.
Catastasis heightened feelings, a tempestuous tide,
Their fates entwined, as the play did confide.