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 Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 9:14 am Post subject: Sparrowgael: Dark Lover |
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Who’s there?” she calls and lifts her head
from her softly pillowed bed;
peering through the inky gloom
as shadows dance about the room.
“Who’s there?” again the plaintive cry
escapes her as a mournful sigh
that seems to linger on her lips
like velvet coated fingertips.
A curtain billows with a breeze
and then her blood begins to freeze
as movement by the dim hearthstone
reveals that she is not alone.
“Who’s there?” she once again inquires
as in the light of dying fires
a cowled head, a heavy cloak
takes form as if from mist or smoke.
“Ah, it’s you,” she says at last,
and her terror now is past
And is by joy swiftly replaced;
she lifts her arms as to embrace
the figure that comes near her bed
then slips the hood back from his head;
so close that she can feel his breath
she stares into the face of Death.
His countenance a stark relief
of passion, hunger, joy and grief
and burning eyes and sallow skin
inviting her to let him in.
His bone white fingers soft caress
of wrinkled throat and withered breast
cause passions long asleep to rise;
she gazes into coal black eyes
that seem to drink her very soul
and harvest her now that she’s old.
She laughs and tosses back her head;
long white hair spilling across her bed
and feels his mouth upon her flesh
as he begins to swiftly thresh
essence from sinew, spirit from bone
He takes her love and gives his own:
mouth on mouth and skin on skin,
in passion’s frenzy he breathes her in.
And when he lays her down again
On soft and silken counterpane
with no redeeming spark of life
he’s claimed her as his lawful wife
who stands beside her own deathbed
and gazes at her face now dead.
Her heavenly raiment’s been bestowed
of golden hair and youthful glow.
Sheltered from all earthly harm,
as he enfolds her in his arms,
then on his great pale horse they ride
to journey to the other side.
Sparrowgael
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