under the darkened ancient oak
gentle in the nights breeze
i stop and stare
rest a while
with hands upon my knees
through jaded leaves
bush and scrub
i spy my journeys end
black it looms
silent gloom
the castle called avend
on i trot
past forest eyes
past horrors of the night
through the dark i see a sign
a gentle glowing light
upon reaching the castle i ascend the ivy
towards the window
my heart pounds my breath is rushed
as i fight both brick and branch
the ledge is mine and over i sweep
silent like the snow
quiet i slip across the floor
tonight i'll dine with chance
old poems and stories gone
a beauty of unimaginable lust
both men's hearts
and gods
were won
skin like milk
an angels face
they say her smile could kill
her hair the blackest of all black
stories i thought though still
so there she lay sleeping upon the bed
her breast i see
moves with her dreams
a sight i will always recall
a single candle that showed me the way
closer i creep
toward my prize
the blue lotus lies before me
her lips are full
red as blood
moist as they invite me
stoop i did to kiss those lips
in that glowing room
when suddenly she did awake
her eyes filled with doom
from silks her hands were round my neck
escape there was no hope
a brief flash of teeth is all i saw
and gone was my throat
her blood lust deep
she swallowed me
red was all i saw
she drank her fill and watched me fall
gently to the floor
a league away my death is found
by locals who tens this land
who lay me down in shallow earth
a single lotus placed in my hand