the blue lotus

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