With blood-red lips and wanton Kiss of Death
And piercing eyes of blue-gray steel,She held his captured stare
Against his will.
So close she stood, he felt his capture’s breath
And dreamed of drinking from her wellOf lusts without one care
Of good or ill.
The woman warrior armed with nature’s charms
Rent teeth into his naked fleshAnd drank his anguished cries—
Sweet resonant.
The beauty with her heart in Satan’s arms
And soul in Hellfire’s glowing ashSeduced him with her lies
And passion’s want.
--Monty Wheeler
Wow! Your creation from bits and pieces of things that didn't work...works! Thanks for playing with us.
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
ReplyDeleteInteresting formal structure that you managed to imbue this composition with, as well.
ReplyDeleteIt felt like one, fluid piece to me! And beautiful at that.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, Monty!
ReplyDeleteIntense, provacative...evoking chills. Nice piece
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