And Quenched Be They

In shimmering darkness and
Silver silky moonbeams
In the heralding of sin' s delight
His beckoning
Called her soul.
She ran to Him
Pleading for requite
To still her weary winds of restlessness
And cradle her shattered fabric
To touch her deepest desires
And deliver her shameless
And depraved.
To mark her in His consumption
His sated savagery
And quenched be they
In fantastic stillness.

Reviews

[apennylate]

This is just plain excellent stuff... Shattered fabric among fantastic stillness... This is woefully, masterfully put together... Bravo, mate... Got a lot of strong vibes here, dark and sweeping... Friggin' love it...

[Nipplegrinder]

Wow! Such a thoughtful review. I softened appreciate that you see so much in this piece. Thank you, my friend.

[apennylate]

Again, I will echo the sentiment... You are very talented with your dark images...

[Nipplegrinder]

You have a great deal of talent, yourself. You have an undeniably unique and original style.

[apennylate]

Oh, well thank you... I guess us people with talent can just recognize each other, eh? Haha

[Nipplegrinder]

Hahaha. Indeed.