Stolen

To ease this boy
To swerve this occurrence
To lie waste where beauty once lie
To lift spirit
To catch the criminal
who stole our darkness and light.
And hold in contempt
thief of light.
Wills bent, this savage pilferer
sidles silently near.
His scent of singed hair
and burned skin
reminder of his essence
A demon.
His claws upon you
His fangs so close to artery.
His breath, as sulphur
In your nostrils so deep.
This demon ours
This demon mine.
Our souls entwined

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I'm not sure how to get my head all the way around this message, but I love the way you craft a creepy scene! I get the feeling you are thinking in a much deeper way, offering hidden avenues of interpretation. But me being a simpleton, I'm just loving how you put certain words together to sound interesting, like: "savage pilferer sidles silently" . . . the kind of phrase we all wish we'd have thought of! As a parting stab, I will suppose that everything meaningful in life could be stolen in a heartbeat (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie