Chapter XII – Katharina Trembles

“Katharina; describe your soul to me,” asks Gustave Hoffman. “How should I describe my soul?” He continues to take out the meat from the oysters, that lay in a silver bowl upon the table. That bowl seems as a symbolization to his heritage. His family. He takes care removing the oysters from the bowl. When…

He had Tutored the Afflicted – Excerpt

Devorah parts two pinkish lips to speak. The syllables uttered are measured with the fragrance within the room. For the fragrance, and the melodies of her voice are both equal in strength for the effort to seduce. Her fears are voided. The sound of laughter appears both exquisite, and hideous. It is the contrast between…

She Paces with Wicked Steps – Poem

Every now, into then, Eats at Winter soul slept For bread, of Love’s mourn, Bereft those who’ll drown. Through an evening’s prayer, Flows down, somber gray stone, One weak pitch, of voice, Of yours, that peeled choice. Cruel, has your mind become. And with our loving eyes, Hurling bright, dismal honey. No taint high from…

The Loathing of Thy Eye – Ballad – Love

The Loathing of Thy Eye, Drowned dignity away. As my heart to be pierced, By the edge of your filth. To tell tales of affection, Was to you, pleasantry. An eye, which to me appeared, As the sharpness of hatred. I spoke, with rigidity in tongue, To no one, who’d offer their heed. “Go! Sweep…

Alana’s Bread – Ballad – Mythical

Alana, a tree dropped fruit, With their slender stems. Each, was of her. Her scent was of petals, Yet, they were dying. Alana, trapped in a tree, One, who’d been cursed. One, whose heart lingered. Seeped into decay, Her wishes were of, This loathing, dismay. It was in form, a blessing, Sent down from above….

Cassandra – Ballad – Passion

By your red. By your bulk, Of feline scents. Your desires taste, The wet wind. You crawl upward, To heaven, Once laying beneath, A crippled church. No longer tired, This airy frailty. Your feet of white, Land upon, The mire below. Cassandra, with eyes, Somber eyes, Of emerald green. The grass seemed playful. To gift…

The Stable Grace – Ballad – Love

The sensible grief, That turned upon a leaf, Never clung to the tree, For the world to see. Your lonely heart, departs, From the soul, of me. I saw, the mark on your face, Revealing sadness, in place. I view, the sights you saw, Of every, meager flaw. Here, the moon raises, to a peak,…