Wayward Daughter

Turn of the wheel…..
where will it land?
smirking as I play with my knife.
what deed will I have to do
to finally buy my freedom?
Captured
silly child that I was
with easy candy fall
taken in darkness
molded
sculpted
into a deadly arrow.
Kings
Queens
Rulers of all type
have hired my price
in full.
Reputation I have
of a moving shadow
hindered not with emotions
in
out
damage is done
I have never been found.
Wicked girl
you have too much fun
on the killing fields.
Due to that
your release…..
delayed at this time.’
©Sept. 3/19
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Mastered Monster

Crimson streaked blackness
beasts within the thicket
salivating
waiting for the thundering feet
horns to the hunt
where or where will the prey be?
Fear acid etched
tangled with pain
lacerations upon hands and feet
sobbing
begging for release
promising anything in return.
Noxious breath
slimed tongue licks down your cheek
‘fly little girl 
fly away
hear not the baying of hounds
hide from me you cannot’
whispered in your ear
shudder of dread spikes hard
as you run.
Eyes straight ahead
fixed firmly on the horizon
where dawn will sometime break
harken not back
to the snarling and the cursing.
Flight of fancy
killing nightmare
debonair
graceful
poised
hook line and sinker
he pulled you in
now…..
‘Run little girl
run away
here I come
Master wants to play.’
©August 21/19
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Moonlit Wonder

When I was a young  girl
mama warned me
showed me true
all would try to use me
to get what they want.
Sweet words
cooed in my ear
slowly stroking my hair
feeling your hand
(all hands)
caress my curves.
Made to feel safe
made to feel secure
your promises
wrapped in golden ribbons
bubble around
protecting me from the world.
(First razor word
sliced through my heart)
Crimson blood wells
anger
rage
black
foul
turns like a knife
battlefield on my skin
mouth your inanitites
eyes flat
broken
your lies float in the air
tangible.
(There is no escape
there is no where to run
I will find you always
promised on the wind)
One…..
Two…..
Three…..
Twenty-Nine…..
Forty…..
Forty One.
I thought for sure
as I record your name
in my Book of Death
that you were the end
only to discover
that mama was right
men should never be trusted.
©July 29/19
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Shield Maiden

Craven men
crawl through the forest
unable to fight
unable to face
under cover of black magic
tear apart thy enemy
best make sure they’re all dead.
Mewling child
hid away
even as kin is slain
eyes aglitter with hatred
even as tears streak her cheeks
heart hardens
stone cold
her knife comes to hand.
Cowardly bastards
afraid what they knew not of
whipped to false courage
by golden tongue queen
she of devil art.
Third eye blind.
Grew she did
child of the night
sliding between the shadows
dancing between sheathed blades
learning assassin art.
There would be time
all did reason
for her to become a Queen
Now
to become an assassin
learn to dance
Poisoned airs
paranoia
looking over her shoulder
surrounded with
by
protectors with blades
axes
wonder if they really care?
Thick midnight
stars swallowed
crested moon devoured.
Silence throughout the land
betwixt
midnight hour
bleeding dawn
time has come.
Upon Ice Throne sits….
She devil
Usurper
devoured by evil
forsaken by good
She waits……
cometh the Viking Child.

©July 28/19
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Not for You

You wrapped me in silk
pampered
loved
put me in the clouds
made me to feel as Queen
when in reality
I was only a cheap stopping place.
Fantasies
rose colored glasses
hunger so deep.
I needed to be made to feel
as though I was the first
the only choice.
One made with thought
insight
understanding
do not make promises you cannot keep.
I was not…..
First.
A thought.
You never saw inside of me
read the print of my skin
heard my truth.
I became one more in a long line of……
acquisitions
notches upon the bed posts
fool that I was
thinking
dreaming that I was your last one.
Rage
black
boiling
searing blood
sizzling in my veins
head thrown back
screaming in vain.
Love has turned…..
from sunshine blossoms
a wiping of my mind
of my memories.
So long
goodbye
never again will I cry.
Not for you.
©June 11/19
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Upside Down (Picture Prompt #4)

Perverted shadows
ebony wings stretched out
encompassing
entwining
this upside down world.
Reflective
opposite
I watch with envy
at those who live up there
no knowledge have they
of us in the mirror.
We are…..
sin
envy
jealousy
black darkness in your soul
vomited
into our reddish tinged world……
we are the secrets never revealed.
Daylight reigns
in the world above
while I live in perpetual gloom.
Shattered
my pieces broken
as I loose thee
you fly within boundaries.
My scarlet tears colour the sky.
Shadowy blackness
it steals
submerges
sucks dry
energies
used to keep me tame.
Ravaged
nothing more to say
desert dry
despite rain falling up…..
falling down…..
drowning my sorrows
are you here to stay?
Beautiful dream
beautiful desire
beautiful
I find it beautiful
even if I am the Upside Down.
April 7/19
Once more photo prompt via John at The Eclectic Contrarian.

Picture Prompt #2

***This is the 2nd picture prompt from John over at The Eclectic Contrarian. 
Sorrowfully
my eyes drawn to the never ending 
flow of water
that surrounds my castle of sand.
I long for 
yearn for
ache for your return 
night after night
only hearing the lap of water
lull-a-bye 
sweet good night.
sheltered beneath lashes
tear glazed cheeks
heart wracked
destroyed
by the cruelness of fate.
Time lapses
no change in the tide
ebb
wane
full moon pregnant with hope
searing sun
beating down
tiara built of shells.
Siren of the sea
temptress
moored upon my lonely rock
waiting….. 
waiting…..
waiting…..
knowing one day
you will come back…..
April 7/19