The WitchA Poem by Tha Lunatic
Beguiling the long night with but a look into nefarious eyes,
tasting sweet summer’s sweat concealed between your thighs. Oblivious to caution, I feast on the fruits of your monthly blood, I come with no honor or glory, and many sins to speak of. Only upon your sanction could I ebb this divine tide, to fall by your grace, as have the rest of my kind. On nights like this when your fair flower is in bloom, I bow eager into every crevice devouring medicinal perfume. Drunk on the blood of an exiled queen, this love is obscene, they would see you destroyed if they could endure a fight with me. Your enemies shall fall, true to the oath that I have sworn, they will choke on their blood as I have choked on yours. Though I am but a shadow of the man in your dreams, you still stroke my cheek and say, “Hush, my poor baby. Come, and we will deal more wisely with the fools, for one enemy turns into many, but you will turn them into few.” They spread perfidious lies, that your words are but poison, a lethal venom in deadly doses to rain destruction upon each one of them. You nourish my will with the milk from your breast, your bosom my cell, you know of my weakness and all of my secrets, so please don’t tell. I could never leave my place like a dog at your feet, awaiting your sweet caress, and without your protection, your enemies will plot to plant a blade within my chest. So beckon me to your bed this last time with one more kiss, my love is heedless, for you and the honey of your womb, I will die for this. Until the usurpers assume the form of corpses to be disposed, I vow to completely eradicate your foes, my dear lady will forever know, that I alone, until I’m dead or gone, love her until my last breath is drawn. © 2013 Tha LunaticFeatured Review
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