Mourners of Sunsets – Ballad – Loss

I forgo those whose loss I’d not avenge Such attempts, so dear is their fruit born, I, with shackles on these limbs, Enslaved by a grief, I’d soon forget, Entreating God to send my soul, To the depths, where pyres flail about. I was naked upon the frozen shores, Cradling a strand of hair, be…

A Scar, Given at Birth – Book Three – Chapter I

Thoughts roar in Devorah’s mind while she basks in the fire’s heat, compelled to reminisce. Her thoughts move backwards in time in the shape of memories, towards a sad past, as the fire brings the remembrances of an inn discovered by tiny feet over a frozen road. Smells of pheasant, rabbit and brandy permeate snow-white…

Diane Spreads the Insolence

Within the evolving woman, blue specks above two white cheeks examine the solid form. The separate pieces, belonging to the great art of Diane’s body, make the eyes linger. The beating heart, inflating lungs and flowing blood are doused by pale skin and warm flesh. It is as though the absence of color has found…

Farewell into Remembrance

It all unfolds before Diane. Her skin is a silken robe across the embers of her lover. His body has attained a fire, impenetrable in nighttime. Could the feeling be mutual, or is it perhaps a childish infatuation, torn across both bodies. That it is, as it weighs both down. Diane welcomes Ismael to come…

Maiden of the Glade

God rested a stained soul, With awful blessings sold. Oh, had love taken a home, In before she slept alone? I wished, or else to stay, To pray, near golden glade. She, who those called Astra, Paid the name through pity. For the white round her lips, Bore the lightened clouds high, All who praised…

Highest Gray Stones – Ballad – Love

When the mother’s child, Gave silence, I required. I lost the needless spires, High above the mountain. Those who saw my mourning, For a deeper kind of love, Knew feebly within, The disasters sought, By the twists of my currents. Battered beneath the highest gray stone, Where others surmount just below, I echoed a certain…

One Grisly Pale Hand

Death, had wept before me, In the feeble form of lust. She, who never prospered, Until Sorrow showed her up. God, kept his words alone. For tears to sweep below. She asked for sweetness of death, Though gave me no love of flesh. Holiness, that I worshipped, I am stricken before death. Torn from my…

Charm

Of stars, to stir through bleak dusk, Down rivers of a trailing tear, A woman raw in flesh, scent in musk, Subtle sigh in mournful fear She would quell her beating chest, Lay a hand below her chin, As upon her face, a wash of white, To echo a tune in deathly rest, Strangled strings,…

The Wretched & The Feeble

Julie’s cries reach all corners. Each one brings out the fearful in her. Fearfully afraid, she fears the touch of stone. Roughness is upon a cheek tempered by skin. Her eyes peer towards heaven while she walks on air. She is marvelous within the realms of loss. Edmond places his hand upon her head to…

Mara

She is miserable with body quivering; the muck falls off lips and slides down her mound of grime. Every gaze towards the feeble is never sated. Mara drools a mixture of saliva and blood, as well as dirt and disease. When alone, she resides in a corner, staring at her fingernails withering like blackening petals….

Immaculacy, then Filthy

Julie and Edmond have returned home to a quiet abode. A quaint old home of rustic bricks with black slating for a roof; the smell of burnt wood always permeates in the air. A child welcomed into the smell of this home is always met with jolly laughter and smiles. Minette skips around the hallway,…

The Wardrobe

This bedroom in which Julie enters is furnished with a mahogany bed with a horse hair mattress. The carvings in the headboard tell a tale of cupids and knights that Julie had on more than one occasion shed a tear for. Tapestries cascade down walls of a solid deep blue, and a single painting of…