Catacombs

This is a tale of the vine.
This is a tale of the grave.
I shall spin a tale of lust.
I shall conjure a tale of sex.

Spend too much time with a bottle wine,
It may tear your mind asunder.
Or let the cork blow, let the fluid flow.
Allow your mind to fill with wonder.

I break this rhyme to tell quite a tale.
Such a pattern is odd to see.
These quatrains are a wreck, but what did you expect? 

This is a wretched number penned by me.

Blackness descended upon the catacombs.
Darkness formed in the void to create a whole.
Effortlessly did it flow through the allness,
Just as it flowed through her.

Light from a candle slaughtered this almost ethereal environment.
Shamelessly it exposed a dense, blinding fog.  
Soldiers of merry vines stood guard of this maiden.
Delirium and intoxication had plagued her physical mind.

Though blinded and drunk her senses transcended this plane.
As she attempted to see through the masking fog her vision left her.
There was a writhing episode of panic and confusion.
Silence proved deafening when all had finally come to settle.

With the coldest of shock, she had begun to choke.
Her breasts heaved with lust as the fog thickened.
She erratically shivered with chills as an odd state of mind began to reign.
The gasping of the hallucinating maiden echoed through the ancient halls.  

The woman stood no chance to her hedonistic fit.
She touched herself and the man beside her.
Her thighs quivered like that of a young bovine.
Her salt waters invited an impact to grind her teeth.

Beauty quickly turned to beast, an untamed b***h.
Quiet catacombs were filled with symphonic melodies of lust and f*****g.
Suspended howling rang through hollow halls, waking the sleeping dead after centuries of rest.
Ecstasy rattled the bones of the woman and her mind.

She was kept gasping, howling, and damn near barking for intervals through the night.
Her intoxicated hallucinations were not entirely results of her delirious state.
The King of Death took her, had her, and she’s as happy as can be.
But the body can only be choked so long before it has to breathe. 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Archly witty. And told with a whimsy. A winning combination. There is a serious point in verse two about vine's manic nature. Such is life. Also I thought the catacombs could be our subconscious. The last verse is my favourite because of its jet frivolity, my favourite dab being 'and she's as happy as can be.'

[Relic]

I watched Dracula last night so this did me well. I love it. Nicely done.

[Dark Priestess]

Wow!!!! This is awesome, beautiful, badass, wild and sensual as f**k!!! I love it!!! The imagery is crazy, wild and sensual..... perfect for Valentine Day!!! Congrats, Demi!!!

[Harlotte Crow]

Thank you! I did my best considering I'm on an alcohol restriction! But once everything came to me it hit!