let us now travel further
under these Dark Poetry October postings...
journey with me to Sweden...Yes...
to a castle there bordering a river...
off in the distance of darkles moon....
The Sworn Shadows
Naughty nomadic muse...traveling vagabond…
this roving gypsy;
…roaming itinerantly within the touting thoughts
of emotional undulations…
Teasing anomalous sensations
with the carrousel of exotic nuances;
Binding scrounging leathers
upon her virulent presence;
…beckoned infectiously by sin’s hungers’
Dancing around in her daggered cobalt stilettos;
wearing her interwoven silken thigh highs,
and her bejeweled crescendo
of billowing sapphire tainted scarves;
She sings to the naked raven…scorn
under nefarious poets fetching feathers…
Vituperative preachers kneel
to beg forgiveness upon her alter…
40 lashes…you are free…
now enslaved by need…
It is downright scandalous
to be emitting the curse
of her passion’s musk;
These chains that bind me
to her essence of bedlam..but
I must submit to her corseted throne
of tumultuous expressions;
These ranting desecrations
of her torrent passions…
She is my incautious mirror…
…You see….I also sing
draped in the raiment’s of jeweled scarves
under the harvesting moons
to the naked raven;
with the nudity of my salacious soul…
She belongs to me…the depraved thoughts
of lusting temptations…
Those impious hungers
taunting the very graves of man
in private thoughts…
She reaches to touch
the fiendish desires
of darkness…caressing her turbulence
of chaotic emotions…she paints her deleterious toes
upon the scathing shadows of midnight’s moons…
Peering upon the Swedish Castle;
she moans within ecstatic capstone chants…
Hearing in the near distances
the animalistic call of wild heathens;
… echoing upon the stars;
…licking her lips with crimson’s kiss;
she suckles the very thought of satisfactions;
seductive to her thorny briared heart…
Yes… Yes….she roams free
to insistent commands
upon seeking to taste the flesh
of her pleasure’s next prey…
…Lighting her candle of enshrouded visions;
her scarves flutter calling the winds
to reveal her rapacious prowess;
lurking inside the sworn shadows
of thirsting temptations…
She leaves the bondage of her signature;
-her covetous jeweled scarf trail;
to lure from a fortress one Swedish castle prince;
… fit to know the cupidity of her dominations
(Written: October 4th, 2009 10:24 a/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 Trust…
Vickie,
Dark, sensuous, biting (!) a little wicked and cheeky, more than a little, and highly atmospheric and charged, and the range and choice of language so superior.
She is my incautious mirror…
…You see….I also sing
draped in the raiment’s of jeweled scarves
under the harvesting moons
to the naked raven;
with the nudity of my salacious soul…
AND WHEN THE RAVEN FOLDED ITS WINGS,
UNDER THE LIGHTED MOON THE HARVEST BEGINS,
SHADOWS TANGLED, SOFT HOWLING WINDS,
THEIR TEETH MATCHED THE WOUNDS,
OF THEIR PASSIONATE SINS.
AS THEY LAID UPON THE DAMPENED SOIL
WITH TAPESTRIES WOVEN, THEY COULD NOT UNCOIL.
Victoria Victoria you are the the evil conevil of the dark, lol
and heat the blood of the weak to quench your thirst.
I am soooooo weak. Thanks for this great write poet.
I will never wash your teeth marks from my neck.:)
A sensually delightful dark write that lures the soul and mind into the dark bed chambers of lust and desire. Wonderfully orchestrated and the music is perfect dear Victoria...enjoyed.
hugs
fee
For the love of Vlad Tepes Transylvania Impaler! she will coming to my Dark Castle Bash wearing nothing but cobalt stilettos and a smile...and holding a nine-tails whip not less...
EDvard, the Lord Nosferatu Incubus
Sinister Swedish Dungeons
For the past two years (2006-2008) The Bridge of Silver Wings has earned a name for itself both as a series of poems published in different e-zines and as a book first published in 2007.
What makes this 2009 edition a special one is th
For the past two years (2006-2008) The Bridge of Silver Wings has earned a name for itself both as a series of poems published in different e-zines and as a book first published in 2007.
What makes this 2009 edition a special one is th
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Sheila
Dark, sensuous, biting (!) a little wicked and cheeky, more than a little, and highly atmospheric and charged, and the range and choice of language so superior.
John
to insistent commands
upon seeking to taste the flesh
of her pleasure’s next prey…
Where, Victoria, does the line form?
A worshiper and potential bitee. -gene.
…You see….I also sing
draped in the raiment’s of jeweled scarves
under the harvesting moons
to the naked raven;
with the nudity of my salacious soul…
AND WHEN THE RAVEN FOLDED ITS WINGS,
UNDER THE LIGHTED MOON THE HARVEST BEGINS,
SHADOWS TANGLED, SOFT HOWLING WINDS,
THEIR TEETH MATCHED THE WOUNDS,
OF THEIR PASSIONATE SINS.
AS THEY LAID UPON THE DAMPENED SOIL
WITH TAPESTRIES WOVEN, THEY COULD NOT UNCOIL.
Victoria Victoria you are the the evil conevil of the dark, lol
and heat the blood of the weak to quench your thirst.
I am soooooo weak. Thanks for this great write poet.
I will never wash your teeth marks from my neck.:)
Great write, I enjoyed it
Have a wild one
The Buzzard
hugs
fee
Very insteresting and sensuos poem. So well written!
Mary
Always,
DeB
EDvard, the Lord Nosferatu Incubus
Sinister Swedish Dungeons