Forewarned

Dance away
Deluded goblin king
You have no power
Over me
Your sins are not mine
To absolve
Nor are your curses
My lover's to lift
Weave again
Your flimsy web
Of calumniation
And watch your
Back and those of
Your auxiliaries
For if you touch
Me or my pack
Once again
This bitch will
Not hesitate to bite
You have attacked
Two of us
Three strikes and
What happens next
Is your decimation

Stay

Cherished brother
Precious twin
The poison you seek
To numb the pure
Brightness
That burdens you
Dulls me too
Too all consuming
Please stay
Yield to me
And I will purge
Your pain
Turn to me
And I will heal
Your wounds
I will wear
Your scars
I will remember
Your lullaby
I will be here
Forever
Your counterpart
Your home
Please stay
I am futile
Without your flame
To fuel my pyre
I am nothing
Without your glow
To soften my icy nature
Please stay
I freeze in your absence
I am mute
For no-one speaks
Our indivisible language
Your fire withstands
The tempest that is me
Please stay

Conundrum

The pain wants
To be whisked
Away and forgotten
In sleep
But in dreams
All that awaits me
Are the terrors
The scent of
Stale fear and
Horror hampering
Me even in these
Harmonious times
Of precious
Protection
And so I wait
Ever hopeful
For a reprieve
A resolution

Cradled

Suspended in a trance
Wading lazily through
Inky depths of desires
Hidden in the heat of
Patience and trust
My courage won
Through trial after test
Rewarded at last
In your arms
Cradled but never caged
Propelled but never pressured
All is new and nobly
Offered as a choice
Rather than proscribed
As an unequivocal doctrine
We unravel one another
Blooming wondrously
Basking in felicitous atonement

Narcissist

When will you be sated?
You take and hurt and manipulate
Yet it never seems enough
To satisfy your blood lust
To feed your hunger for power
What will it take to make you stop?
You stomp on hopeful hearts
And trample on trust
Leaving broken souls in your wake
Oblivious to the pain you cause
Once I looked up to you
Now I can't even face you
You disgust me
And you have awoken
My sleeping valkyrie
Tread carefully now
I have ears everywhere
And a fearsome arsenal
At my disposal
Ready to avenge my comrades

Spoken For

Flesh against flesh
In this moment
All is glorious
Sustained sensuality
Your hands
Upon my wrists
Your teeth
Upon my lips
No words left
Only desperate sighs
A duet drowning
In duende
Passion prevails
I am seduced
Gratefully
And happily enchanted
Your touch lingers
And has tattooed me

The Messenger

Cloaked in furs and leathers against the bitter cold, the empress ascended the stone staircase, ready to commune with the gods upon the dias. From here she could see beyond the fir forest of her queendom to the horizon, eerily lit by the first hints of dawn.
Reaching her destination, she disrobed, and her nipples contracted in protest. She knelt upon the frigid floor, readying her voice to intone hymns to the harvest gods; to pray for a fruitful spring and a reprieve from the harsh winter. She had scarcely drawn breath before she realised she was not alone. She spied a hand, bound in a green glove, on the periphery of her vision, and heard a soft murmur which sent a warm glow dancing through her pelvis.
She smiled, humbled by the visitor's presence; for here was the messenger of the harvest gods, come to bless her land with their gifts. It was her first audience with the messenger since the beginning of her reign; she was newly crowned, and innocent. She prayed for guidance and kept her gaze lowered as the green-gloved hand grasped her neck.
The heat flooded her body as suddenly as the cold had done, and she yielded, as the strong hand pushed her head to the floor, forcing her to raise her buttocks and present her virgin sex to the dawn's new light. Her inky hair fell in waves around her face, blinding her as the messenger commanded her to sing.
They fell into harmony, praising the harvest gods with their earnest song, as the messenger penetrated the empress. Each thrust sent a cacophony of pleasures coursing through her being, and the honey flowed from her until she could fully embrace the messenger's instrument. He held her by the hips now, and as their musical plea reached its climax, so did he, in a fury of roaring triumph.
The empress was overwhelmed by her first sweet crisis; such violent joy as she had never known felled her, and she collapsed into the messenger's embrace, weeping. She could feel his seed, taking root within her, and filling a void she had previously been oblivious to. As her breathing steadied, the messenger enveloped her once again in her cloaks, and faded from the room, like smoke.