

WaitingI wait... Against the black sky,Waiting
my heart bleeding with jagged rage.
I wait... Longing for her scent. Sharp white daggers against her neck.
I wait... Resurrected by her death. Sweet ambrosia flows from her to madden me.
I wait... Another gentle lover tempts me. My desires blaze for just one taste.
-Marquis Lucien von Wolfe-


ThirstThe light blinds me,Thirst
leaving me thirsty for more. An orb of fire attacks me,
sears my tender flesh.
I cannot hide. It follows me even into the shade,
blaring its poisonous heat against my chest. My swollen tongue knows no word.
Madness follows the light. Where is the peace? My sight hovers about the orb,
guiding me towards Mother Moon.
-Marquis Lucien von Wolfe-


SurrenderRushing headlong into her wrenched arms,Surrender
unaware of her savageness,
I am mesmerized by her charms.
Not the sight of her blood drenched jaw,
her razor sharp nails;
it is only beauty I saw.
Ignoring angelic screams from creatures laden in gold,
I embrace my dark mother,
my soul finally whole.
-Marquis Lucien von Wolfe-


Soul LoverHer razor nails scrape my soft face,Soul Lover
showing me her loves anger,
her distaste.
She desires my heart,
the blood in my veins,
to taste my skin,
yet she refrains.
She refuses angrily to release my soul. She must have all of me to keep her control.
She drains my vein at least once a day,
leaving me dead again without a moments delay.
But my body fades though my soul's entrapped,
my beauty is lost,
my bones are cracked.
I am her limp toy,
dangling from her tree. Her love los
--
If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?
Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin?
Looking forward to see some art and poetry coming from you.
All the best.
--
Vitae Dominae
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