Here is one I just finished today….Hope you enjoy !!!
Sacrifice
She feels so out of place here, eyes wide with disbelief---the death of tortured innocence, she hopes will bring relief. Capering forms around the blaze, seem slightly altered now---viscous quality to the air, passions' madness sought somehow. Were those really antlers, she discerned upon the head---of the friend who had invited her, to this celebration of the dead? Or just a trick of firelight, she refuses to believe---shifting images all around her, alterations impossible to conceive.
A wildness creeps inside of her, blood screaming through her veins---warm desire begs fulfillment, sweet release...what she will gain. Delighted keening fills her ears, hooded figure upon the dais---those around her yammering, as they chant their ancient praise. The others seem to know their roles, what is her purpose here---a sheen of sour perspiration, lubricates her dawning fear. Her gaze drawn to the figure, standing on the stage---she notices just how large he is, she discerns his awful rage.
As if her legs possess, no volition of their own---she finds herself approaching him, her features cast in stone. Hands reach out to touch her, as she journeys to her doom---perceiving her role with clarity now, demi-god to be her groom. Unconsciously her hands attempt, to smooth her raiment down---for after all the clothes she wears, will be her wedding gown. At last she ceases walking, arriving by his side---a brief triumphant smile, reveals the courage she found inside.
Startled gasp escapes her lips, as she looks into his eyes---depth of his evil revealed to her, somehow she's not surprised... To feel her precious organs, spilling out upon the floor---the questions she wished answers to, are not important anymore.
Here is a poem I wrote for a friend of mine here at DR . A bit of a departure for me, I hope you enjoy !
Devil's Plaything
Dark brothel beckons silently, within the old French Quarter---'twas there so many years ago, there that I thought...to court her. Her eyes ablaze from absinthe, young lovely body swaying---caring not what patrons claimed, never heeding what they were saying. My heart took flight within my breast, each time I caught a glance---of my dark compelling plaything, each time I stood entranced. Losing moments to love's opium, such a drug she proved to be---my soul cried out for sweet release, she was everything to me.
Those days they seldom visit me, fevered imaginings from the past---I remember still that evening, the night I saw her last. Adorned in silk so lustrous, perfume echoing in my head---my rival vanquished at my feet, I knew then...that he was dead. Wielding scarlet claws she came at me, spitting venom in my face---Devil's Plaything...mine no longer...screaming, my affections were misplaced. I trapped her arms behind her, whispered frantically in her ear---told her we could be so happy, begged her not to disappear.
Many years now since I've seen her, since I thought to win her heart... Now all my fading memories center...around watching her depart.
Thanks for the add....here are a couple you may find interesting
Song Of Moloch
At the head of forty legions, feral eyes glance all about---spreading leathery wings to cool them, listening for the sentinel’s shout. Sulphurous odor doth proclaim him, tramp of hoof and heel denote---coming of this cold pale rider, oaths erupt from every throat. Unobserved in countless ages, dwelling in the bowels of hell---restless in his cruel confinement, no one still alive to tell… Of countless brutal cruel excesses, when last he roamed at will---infernal power never greater, foul stinking destiny to fulfill.
Distant shrieking from the sentinel, heralds arrival at the wall---ancient bastion lately weakened, whispering pathetic angels’ call… Striding forward as power fills him, groaning earth protests---such creatures as are found around him, fall senseless in their distress. Grunts escape defending angels, his presence is discerned---sickened looks upon their faces, this ancient one totally unconcerned. Runes casually written upon the air, timeless barrier is shaken---rotting dead within their graves, scream allegiance to this abomination.
Blinding light it emanates, from daemon’s outstretched hand---spelling death and desolation, across this promised land. Terror chases disbelief, across angelic faces---only death and desecration, to be found in daemon’s fell embraces. Solomon’s temple in disarray, lost corner-stone now reclaimed---forbidding wall is broken asunder, remaining angels horribly maimed. Subtle change is clearly felt, Moloch demands his due---as long ago was written, he demands your very soul from you.
Michael’s ring so carefully forged, bearing heaven’s hateful seal--- Found amongst the carnage, now destroyed beneath the daemon’s heel.
When a demon named Ornias harasses a young lad (who is favorite of Solomon) by stealing half his pay and sucking out his vitality through the lad's thumb, Solomon prays in the temple and receives from the archangel Michael a ring with a seal on it which will enable him to command the demons.....
Daemon Mass
Gasping she awakens, burning eyes are with her still---treacherous shadows all around her, infernal actions to fulfill. Perspiration beads upon her brow, surely dreams cannot be real---recalling with awful clarity, what her dreaming did reveal. Something now inside of her, a restlessness it seems---desiring dread fulfillment, now urging her to scream. The mirror on her dresser, patiently beckons her to gaze---upon the inner workings, offering solutions to the maze.
Resisting this temptation, sliding lower in the bed, why must the night torment her, demented voices screaming in her head. Such clarity un-nerves her, startling visions somehow require---actions totally unfamiliar, evil excesses to quench this foul desire. Shivering in anticipation, is that excitment that she feels---delicious quivering in her loins, guilty pleasure she conceals. Remembrance replaces reality, within her room this night---who knew such awful wicked thoughts, could engender such delight
Lost in thoughts of cruelty, fevered brain is now consumed---with luscious thoughts of her fulfillment, carnal depredations are resumed. Casting aside her blankets, she finds herself upon her feet---shrugging off her night-dress, last vestige of her sanity gleefully retreats. Writhing to the harmony, of ancient chanting masses---stretching towards the heavens, hands making forgotten arcane passes. Gliding easily across the floor, inviting mirror looms---peering into the mirror's depths, discerning evil daemon runes.
Contemplation interrupted, visions of forgotten lands---innocent finds a jeweled dagger, clutched in her sweating hands. Un-seen mouths caress her breasts, breath rasping in her throat---moisture gathers on her nether lips, she hears the daemon gloat. Passion burning in her soul, thoughts losing all importance---muscles jerking in her thighs, delightful physical ascendance. Moaning her acceptance, she thrusts against the heat---daemon's organ fully fills her, satisfaction almost complete.
She drags the blade across her throat....orgasm flooding through her--- Blood gushes, heartbeat weakens....mirror's visions become a blur.
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