Deceptions Throne

Seated upon a throne of lies
brought to be
through the desperate desires of others
seeking a righteous change.
Voices raised in violent rape
shattering the illusions
of choice and freedom
turning back the hands of time.
Stand beneath the booming clock
unsure of which way to turn;
hesitant to accept the whispered promises
of the heaven to come…
if only you repent.
Repent of free thought
repent of opinions shared
repent of confidence
repent of all that is human.
OR
See him as he is:
Seated upon a decaying throne,
grasping talons
shredding silken dreams
silencing the screams of the devout.
The truth has been shown to the faithful
to those who demanded his ways.
Now they see that they are still what they always were,
food for the rich to prey.
Hell’s fires burn victorious and bright
tinting the world in a crimson red
and he shall bring about
the end of times,
so the prophecy has foretold.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
Nov 11/17
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Time Eternal

Liquid lines 

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.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Sept. 30/17

Prophecies

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.

 ©Jay-lyn Doerksen

September 28/17

Succubus

Sultry seduction

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.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

June 20/17

Devouring My Soul

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.’

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

June 16/17

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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.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 29/17

 

 

Tarnished Paladan

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

all so……

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.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 19/17