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Swedish Playthings and Puppeteers
By La Belle Rouge



Go envision all the lewdness of night
the lascivious incantations of depravity
the glittered promenade of supple skin
from gossamer, black veils uncovered.
Go sate your virulent, colossal appetite
for fevered flesh and hot arterial flow.
Your thirst for blood go slake covertly.
Use them well, all of them, use them up;
pretty ones who beckon from shadows
with painted eyes, shameless scarlet lips.
Who curve their foolish heads to expose
bare fluid expanses of swanlike necks.


Give your back to their whips and red nails
hands and feet to their polished chains.
Inebriated with domination’s potent wine
delirious with shared sinister perversions.
Give treacherous mouth to their tongues
Awakened from your long, arctic slumber
give your cold seed to their barren wombs.
In deep dungeons, revel in your wickedness
your ancient evil powers none can escape.
Iniquity is at your door, Nosferatu, open it
open pages of your volume to fresh lust
and when you finish playing with toys....


Come back into the circle of the arms
that have held you close from antiquity
and apprehended any stray thoughts
of more than amusement with others.
Only we comprehend the mysteries
that bind us, surviving the centuries
and those insignificant, pretty playthings
we both enjoy and discard before dawn.
You are The Evil Master Of The Night
and only The Red Queen of The Night
is your worthy companion in mayhem.
So open your door, pen your bloody pages.
We will play our devious puppeteer games.
It will render us the more powerful
for pleasure when we share their blood
still warm on our lips.



10/5/2009 La Belle Rouge



"Poetry, Dark Whispers"

Music "Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These"