Heheheheheheeee....I do wish all the Mothers on Deep Realms a very happy "Mother's Day" !!! I know even they will admit that there is an occasional throw-back...That female who is more daemon than woman......so I just HAD to send this older poem to all my friends today! Thank you for your kind indulgence!
Betrothal
Dread daughter of chaos, no physical flaws--- Appearing deceptively docile, sharpening ebony claws. Luxurious preparation, bathing in young-maidens' blood--- Stretching supernatural sinew, rejoicing in the flood... Of despicable emotions, accompanying odors as well--- Infernal mission paramount, engraved invitation to hell. Deceiving humanity, true image never displayed--- Carefully choosing her raiment, for tonight's masquerade.
Plans nearing fruition, letting her mind rush ahead--- Ceremony this evening, celebrating the soon-to-be dead. Monstrous teeth peeking, through succulent lips--- Debauched images overwhelm her, as her disguise briefly slips. Deep carnal moaning, down low in her throat--- This corpse-bride is anxious, chance of escape is remote. Foolish priest murmurs, beloved standing beside her--- Later stealing his soul, as he thrusts desperately inside her.
Abandoning her musings, regaining total composure--- Musn't allow her excitement, to result in exposure. Impatiently waiting, for her bride's entourage--- Planning to wear her groom's heart, as a bloody corsage.
My weekend has been rewarding and a bit hectic, Elle....Thanks for your kind words...here is an older one
Desperation
Swirling cloud of desperation, sweeps across her soul--- This awful lonliness, such desolation...too awful to behold. Never in her reckoning, not once in all these years--- Has truth been so unkind to her, she sheds another bitter tear. Daughter of such perfect darkness, using others' fears--- Existing on the fringes, broken hearts...her souveniers. Who is this pagan stranger, allowed access to her world--- A cunning beast inside of her, cruel daemon from the nether-world?
Looking in the mirror, is that a blemish she discerns--- Another fucking disappointment, to add to her concerns? Groaning from across the room, interrupts such ruminations--- Sounds as if he's stirring there, aware now...of her desperation. That strutting bytch aggravated her, grated on her nerves--- He will watch that bytch's suffering, no less than he deserves. Rueful smile parts her lips, craving carnal satisfaction--- Retribution gained this night, will end that bytch's...two-faced actions.
Weeping from the corner, excites her rising passion--- Pathetic bytch cowers on the floor, begging for...her kind compassion. She glances at the pair of them, what did they think she'd do--- "Am I someone to trifle with, someone to be abused?" Squatting down beside the bytch, making sure that he can see--- She displays the razor in her hand...her desire now set free. Screaming echoes in her ears, as she sets about her chore--- Deftly she removes the nose, she just can't stand this whore! Rising slowly she turns to him, showing him her prize--- "Will you still desire her, find pleasure 'tween her parted thighs?"
As she leaves, she glances backwards...at her mother's other daughter... Bleeding freely, that awful wound...now sure her sister won't defy her.
haha oh yeah, I knew that you'll love beef.lol. my weekend is great to much fun and full of energy, running in me. my hands are shaky though. with all this excitements hope your weekend is going fine for you.
Please forgive my absence from your comments recently ! I was giving birth to this foul child of a poem....I hope you enjoy it!!!!
Betrayal
So many nights we've lain together, Thinking we were friends forever... Now such thoughts are in the past... I guess nothing good is meant to last.
In your arrogance you believe, Implausable logic which you conceive... To justify your manipulation, Demanding another's...capitulation.
The string of souls you leave behind, The one's you use...ones you think are blind... Were only dazzled by your double-talk, They simply lacked the will to walk..........
Away.
Is that disdain that you are feeling, For those souls from whom you're stealing? Are you so busy running away, Do your indiscretions forbid your stay?
Perhaps your anger is reserved, For those who treat you as you deserve? Remeber you reap that which you sow, You shouldn't trifle with those who know.......
You.
A word of caution may be in order, Don't drag me into your own disorder... For you are small with-in your rage, Avoid my teeth...turn the fucking page!
