Cursed

This cruel Temptress came in with her book of spells. 

And cast one upon me, a dreadful curse.

From her lips, an incantation murmured-

Silent to the human ear. 

Then, he catches your eye. And his to you.

The heart beats a hundred times faster...

Your hands clammy and damp. 

A lodge in your throat stops your speech. 

And the magic takes place.

Oh the cruel Temptress, her spells are quick and effective. 

It is a beautiful curse. 

Monstrous bliss; Hopeless Faith; Shattered Love. 

The first time his hands interlock with yours.

You feel warmth. Attraction.

Lust. 

Hope. 

The second time, its more familiar;

more homey.

Like your safety ensured. 

Your fears dashed away. 

The tenth time...

And you are home. 

The first Kiss-

blissful and exciting. 

The warmth and the closeness-the intimacy. 

Embraced in each others open arms...

Never letting go...

A promise.

A vow of Love Eterne. 

Caution slowly slips away.

And belief, hope, faith steps in. 

Oh this Dark Temptress has cast an ugly spell;

to make you love, and be loved in return. 

Until the Temptress wants to laugh.

Her mind is twisted and rotten. 

And with a flick of her hand,

Happiness shatters. 

Love is broken. 

Hate replaces. 

Oh you, cruel Spell Caster-

Hold your disgusting tongue!

For this curse shall go on no more...

And let your slaves suffer,

a once beautiful love. 

Now hope is killed. Faith more frail than before...

Everything is broken.

And you shut thy doors. 

I attempt to knock it down. 

And call you, Evil One; to face your slave. 

Your victim.

Your prey. 

Your cursed one. 

Your victim beseeches you to curse them again-

But never take it back-

For your entertainment is too cruel to bear... 

You, a wife of Lucifer's. 

A cruel one.

Your victim beseeches you-

to cease your Spell Casting.

And your disgusting incantations. 

Your beastly potions. 

You Black Heart. 

Give me my heart again-

For it despises the very essence of me.

For it fears the very sight of me. 

My voice repulses its ears. 

I beseech you return my Love and my Heart back. 

And cripple your Black Soul. 

You lock your doors-Barred. 

Is this how you treat your customers?!

I bang on thy door-

Screaming like an old hag.

An asylum awaits me.

This cursed one. 

You shan't listen. 

And by this-

I die-

Shattered and broken. 

Lifeless. 

Reviews

[Balls:)]

i really enjoyed reading this :)

[Ashley]

dark and honest. painful but an amazingly well constructed piece. very well crafted.

[Shiningwolf]

Excellent dark write.

[Linear]

I liked your story, and now alas love lies bleeding, broken and dying, no more will there be any sighing, now look up I am making all things new, your love will be beautiful and true................

Sorry about that
lovely piece :O)

[Sukriti Suki]

what a creative perspective and how nicely this is delivered. Excellent.

[Dahlia Phoenix]

I love it! So clear to the point!

[Searching 4 Serenity]

Nothing worse than a broken heart. Love only ends up being a curse if one rejects/forsakes the blessing of it.

[Murtuza]

I love the beautiful language(there's a little bit of Shakespeare, if I'm not mistaken) that you've used here. It simply captivates me! The imagery and tone are so well depicted and conjured that it makes this a very enjoyable read.
A nice story that has been told very well. Great job!

[Angel Bird]

Some heavy material to digest. Very dark the scenes you conjure.
This Temptress has broken and shattered many a good people, who fell all too easily for her...
Thought provoking, and powerful write.