This intricate dance we have.
Ten steps back for every one forward.
When it comes to our hearts,
to our fears.
You pull me close
whispering tenderness in my hair,
making my heart weep
for I know that this shall not last.
With certainty you will break before me.
Cold remorse and steel tears
as you tell me that it cannot be done;
that my shadows are too much.
You think that I know this not?
I have lived with these inky images
wrapped around my soul
for eternity without reprieve.
As you kneel before me,
my hands in your hair,
your weeping so soft
the barest of sound that I cannot hear.
The shadows have won.
For once more I am alone.
Oct. 21 2017
Feral eyes glittering
claws sharp and deadly
she stalks through the night.
Scavenger of broken dreams
looting and thieving what she wants,
lust and loss her domain.
Struggles all around her
ignored for blood thirst.
A revenge that sings to her soul,
calling to her night and day
pulling her forward into the game.
A game that has been in play for eons.
Poised and coiled deadly beauty
a serpent ready to strike.
She takes aim with fatal precision
and boldly strikes at your heart.
Her weapon of choice?
A barbed arrow.
Coated with not love and adoration
but bitterness and strife.
Her desire not to pleasure
but to destroy
for all the harm done to her.
Centuries have passed
and still she rides,
seeking, forever searching.
A broken cupid who has lost her reason,
and finally her sanity.