moving through time eternal
strands weaving and warping
telling the same old tales.
Woe shall befall the King
proclaims the blinded seer.
Blood shall spatter the Good Queen’s name
shouts the sinister beggar.
Behold the chains binding the waif
bending her to knee and back,
leaving a hole in the fabric of being
as her lover clamors for return,
speaketh the Oracle.
Each saga the same.
Each time a repeat of another
as each soul is reborn
prey to the Fates,
who play them like pawns upon the chessboard.
Bones piled high
bleached white beneath scouring sands
time has turned for
each passing of the hour.
Tides flow in and ebb out
casting upon the shores
detrius found deep from beneath
magic and wonders not seen
since the last turn of the clock.
Tears leeched from their souls
tasking glories to be replaced
upon cobble stoned streets
that have been forgotten.
Prophecies abound and stories flow
of change to come once more.
walking through alleys of neon.
Scarlet shoes crush shards of glass
as she carries on.
The stench of tar, low brow
follows in her wake.
Tattered gown and vile detection
her glance behind assures I am hidden.
Slithering through the shadows
a haunted man, a ghoul caught
Ensnared by the succubus.
I only sought to be free.
How could no one see?
I mused, I mourned, for her eyes are blood red
Horns curl high above
but none see but a broken whore
close to falling.
My hand curls round the blade placed at my waist
as I follow further along the path
noticing not the fading light
the lack of commerce or even friendly folk.
Within the glade she first found me
we danced a delicate death
I knew now that there was no recourse
That all I could do is submit
for she is mine…….
and I am hers……..
to feed, to soothe, to be.
Forgive me father.
The space was cavernous,
sparkles hidden high in the ceilings depth
throughout it her voice was soft and liquid
a sensuous lover
caressing each and everyone of us.
‘Close your eyes my dearest
and from your minds we will see
memories and laughter light
a budding of thee.’
A collective sigh as each was touch
the gentlest of words whispered
the tension the stress the anger
all began to fade and dissipate.
‘From here we see a boy and his puppy
each chasing a ball’
‘Over here a young girl blossoming
her self becoming so much more.’
‘Look here as he creates so carefully
the models and images of his mind.’
‘See there, the girl who fought for it all
whose dreams are still in the making.’
Deep thunder rolls through the cavern
the walls, the pews tremble
Everyone cries out in fear
as her voice begins to soar.
Wicked ice, and bitterness boil over her tongue
turning each memory into a nightmare.
‘You terrorized that boy and his dog,
laughing at their expense.
Your hatred and bigotry have marked thee
bend before the prince.’
‘The girl you raped and pillaged
showing it all on social media
she has found you time and time again
and she has made you repent.’
With each word spoken the chill did grow.
As all realized what had been done.
Her tone a whiplash tearing at the skin
gripping the side of the podium.
Leaning forward, flames wreathing her eyes
and a blood red smile on her lips.
‘The young man who could have been our saviour
mocked and spurned
For he spoke truths you could not see
and in the darkness did death glean.’
Her ire grew
the shadows flaring on walls as fire reared
the audience pinned to their chairs
shackled hand and foot.
‘As for that girl who fought for it all
before you she stands
and just so you know you all shall fall
for my dreams are still coming true
even when it means the devouring of my soul.’
I do believe that I have loved you since the beginning of time;
a soft sigh, a quick glance.
I hope you do not believe that bullshit.
How can anyone love another human being
since the beginning of time?
You swore to never abandon me and yet let us look around
I do not see a man standing near
waiting to hold my hand.
I see loneliness and pain,
strife and betrayal,
I see wars that you have fought
all in my name.
Why must you continue to batter me?
Force your way through the walls I have erected
never more shall I love you,
never more shall I give.
Begone, harry me no more, for I love you not
and cannot forever more.
The flames lick at me, scorching the armor I bear
weighing me down, pulling me further into the abyss.
I hear my princess scream, resistant
battling her way back from defeat.
I crawl forward on hands and knees
the keening I make? Or is that my soul?
I only know that I cannot give up,
I must go forward.
Forward to the woman I love,
forward to the future ordained,
Forward to the depths of hell
This story is old, as old as can be.
A King, A Queen, The Princess
and the knave that has her heart.
Only this time, there is no happy ending
there is no fond farewell.
There is only horror and hell
blood and pain
dancing in the slashing rain.
Insanity and narcissism
power and rage,
this is no fairy tale,
there will be no bliss.