the odious windowpanes
of a roving hedonic breeze;
Desire quietly peered upon
the gallant steed of her passions lust.
Through broken mirrors
marvels of darkness engulfed
emotional shrines of fulfillments.
Nymphs were caressing the exotic oils
of rot dragon roots;
Reaching for their enslaver…
Effortlessly upon his brawn chest
he revealed strength;
A thousand warlocks
held inside his heart of stone.
His libertine eyes
of sable sapphires, they glistened
with fiendish ideas.
He slapped the thighs
of harlots bending cleavage
in front of him.
One courtesan wailed
an exotic moan
of incessant tortured pleasure.
But he was merely motioning
out of his way,
as he leaned
with pensions to get a closer look
at a frail shadfly.
It had landed upon the axel
of his wrought wristlets of impunity…
Fluttering an incantation
of demon’s smoldering breadth;
He rose to swat the fragility
of its fettering noiseless wings.
And then within seconds
of destruction’s molten curse;
The pits of hell spat into the walls
of passions vagrant nest…
Enflaming his shackles of torture;
melting into rod irons of iniquity;
Sloping swords of razor’s silver maze began
writing sorceries inscription.
I asked the curious shadows within myself,
Why…why I had chosen to spy on the vehement master
of deception’s inveigle greed?
Obnouncing myself to him
My wings quavering
upon the revealing shadfly’s back;
I gave birth to impetuous flight.
Watching him gorge on the stroking flesh
of those dark tenebrous enchantresses;
It was then I had to expose
the mutative headdress
of my pernicious soul to him.
Divulging the flesh of myself to him
he glared into my hungered eyes
wrought by his sinner’s intensity.
But I caressed his cryptic thoughts
to gather with me…upon shadows obscurity;
Motioning him with promising rewards
to follow desires upon a surreptitious trail
of coals ashen path…
upon the drone bridge of punishments;
he knew; I’d cast my jeweled scarves
to call to the torrid winds;
With ropes of bondage as my throne
he was going to know
the curses of forevermore.
Following me to the path of ebon;
Forcing him upon a rock of restrained judgment;
I began to unveil my tarnished soul,
as I harnessed his limbs with 3 foot trebles…
Stretched, sprawled & spread…
to the very stones he place in my heart.
Thus removed from the slavery
of his thrusting pleasures;
I stood there
with my merciless scarves in hands;
Casting iniquitous chants
into the peril’s sinister winds…
(Written: October 5 th, 2009 8:39 p/m)
with the depths of darkness as my shroud of hidden spies:
Dark Poetry October 2009
In Anguish, In Vengeance, In Menace, In Discordance of Lust…
Or was that supposed to be Love?
Copyright© 2009 Dark Romantic Poetess Victoria L. McColley
Sincerely Bound By Incantations,
Poetess Victoria...The Dark Pestilence of Romance
Archaic Mistress of Caliginous Temptations