I dance the macabre with the Dark One.
He wants to make a grotesque Union .
He has designs on me..
But I am not a willing bride.
He hides the light from me.
Hides the beauty under a black canvas of darkness.

I do not know his name.
But I fear him...
He is pure evil - he is desolation and destruction.
But I was promised... I am his.

He has a grizzly army.
Serpent headed servants gleefully at his bidding.
They are cunningly disguised.
Masquerading  as family and friends.

They made a pact with their dark Master.
Seduced by promise of power, control and wealth .
They are diligent in their pursuit of me.
Their beady, hateful eyes were watching at my birth.


I am the sacrificial lamb,
Their pursuit relentless .
They chase me, hunt me.. The fleeing fox.
The pack baying for my blood.

He waits.. My dark hearted suitor.
Awaiting his captured bride to be....
He licks his lips in anticipation.....
So near to possessing me... Body and soul .

My captors proudly flaunt me.
My fate is all but sealed.
My terror is tangible .. My fear excites them...
They crowd round eagerly, Hungry for my demise.

I see the altar.... A horrifying creation that makes my blood run cold.
A ghastly and sickening masterpiece .
Created from human bones and sinew.
Adorned with black lilies sticky with blood.

They push me.. Poke me.. Their laughter shrill.
He waits... His bony hand outstretched.....
He smells my terror!... It is his aphrodisiac....
He is salivating ... Hungry for our filthy union...

Expectant he waits.... His leering gaze transfixed..
My eyes meet his... And I see evil in its purest form...
Awaiting his eternal bride of darkness.
My fear a crimson blood river that feeds him....

He will not take me... This horned beast of Hell...
My fear the only meal that can sustain him.
I unleash the light...
The clear white light of my soul......

Hair fire red and tousled  beneath my fingers.
The feather touch of her mouth beneath mine.
The rounded softness of femininity yielding to my touch.
My pulse like a freight train in my ears.
Adrenaline flooding my senses until I am drunk with desire.
Her tongue , impossibly pink, slides into my mouth, hesitant at first...
Soft skin flushed and radiant, blue eyes inviting, challenging.
I am the humming bird.. drawn to this sweet elixir.
To delicately taste this female form for the first time.
Soft contours of hip and breast against mine.
Fleeting moment ... and yet it has awakened my senses.
A longing to feel those white fingers upon my *******, to slide between my thighs.
Slippery with passion, my river an ocean on which she must sail.
I smile a wistful smile..... I wait ....... no doubt she will return....

It's a one way ticket on a sombre journey - destination nothingness.
I take my seat, weary passenger, resigned to my fate.
I ask what madness led me here, to this dark embrace that promises eternal silence.
This beautiful world  has no place for me...
Cast out, unable to thrive, unable to love, oddity, misfit.

They have tried and failed to tame me.
I am the wild animal, the wounded fox, the hunted lion .
The world a cage from which I must escape.
It's bars a prison I cannot endure.

I am the child of stunted growth.
The flower that never blossomed.
The tree that bears no fruit, drawing goodness from the earth to feed only this black void.
This gaping hungry mouth that is never sated , ever ravenous.

Leafless trees pass by my window, reaching out dead fingers as if to mock me.
The earth, hard as iron with no promise of life stirring within it.
Barren and empty as my own womb,
Never to bring forth new life and with it new meaning, new purpose.

Oh life how could you be so cruel?
Sending me into battle with no means of defence.
No armour to shield me, to protect me from harm.
My emotions so thinly veiled - dressed only in the thinnest muslin.

All around me viscous black now,
Inky velvet shadow almost liquid as it puddles around me.
Complete blackness , mesmerising , all consuming.
And then I see her! That shining silvery iridescence filling the sky.
Her light the only promise of a new tomorrow.

It's enough! Destination nothingness must wait.

Sickly sweet odour of cheap perfume hangs in the air.
From the third floor widow she stares wistfully to the street below.
Crowded with shoppers, lovers, diners and meanderers.
Clutching brightly coloured bags stuffed with all manner of trivialities.
She turns away, surveying her personal hell.
Crimson taffeta bedding creating a gaudy yet stark centrepiece against stained grey walls.
Where men, one after the other set sail on a voyage paid for by the hour.
A far cry from her childhood dreams - oh the naivety of youth!...
She smiles a bitter smile....her reflection in the mirror tells nothing of the angst deep within.
Of the dreams now crushed...hopes scattered like the petals of a dying rose.
The road ahead desolate and bleak.
No sweet memories to carry with her from the path she walked before.
Emptiness and blackness.. hidden by the thin veneer of the street girl.
The provocative clothing and makeup distraction enough for the men who seek to forget.
Her body a welcome release from their comfortable yet mundane lives.
Caring not for the flicker of sadness and desperation they see in her painted eyes.
Seeking only to quell their own thirst, before their return to middle class suburbia.
Gaze carefully averted from the track marked arm that reaches out to take her fee.
**** already calling her phone, eager for the next client to take his fill.
Needle at the ready to pump her vein full of mind numbing poison.
Desensitised and dehumanised, his control absolute.
She longs for the release that only death can bring.
Even that is beyond her reach, her movements watched around the clock.
Shoulders slumped she replaces the bed sheet.
The door opens and once again she smiles her empty lipstick smile.
****** drenched mind now dull, compliant.
Ravaged body, skeletal thin.. still of use.. for now.
Before she joins the others that were so casually used and discarded.
Their bodies wrapped in black plastic and weighted down with stones.
Cast out to a watery grave.....
In death comes sweet release.

Beneath the leafless oak she lies.
Her cries now feeble and weak.
As she draws her final breaths the moon looks on.
Her light creating a macabre illumination.
Yellow hair, it's lustrous beauty now dull and caked in blood.
Fingernails in their gaudy red lacquer - torn and broken.
The furrows in the damp earth below her - etchings of terror.
He has already turned his back on her,
He knows it will not be long.
Even in these last moments he is in control.
Leaving a trace of life... a flicker.
A pain filled ebbing away,
Alone - on that cold woodland floor.
Hands and feet bound in gaudy pink twine.
Young life extinguished - snuffed out as casually as a candle.
The wind stirs the fallen leaves on the ground and they dance.
She has a shallow grave of autumnal browns and reds.
For now the trees hold the secret.
Pale slender form,still and silent, hidden in the leaves.

.

Get up! Get out!
You're dying there,
The world is waiting , you're ripe for change.

What's keeping you there in those four walls?
Your rumination souring you like old milk.
You protest of the shackles that bind you.
You fool no one!

Clatter clank goes your heart.
Palms slick as snail slime.
Thoughts racing like a freight train through your head to pounce.
The jackal is again triumphant, lurking in the back only to step in for the **** in the last moment.

You hang up your coat.
Shoulders stooped in defeat.
Fear has won again today.

Scared to love, to feel, to care.
To just let go and know he's there.
Take down the wall I built so high,
Scared to live yet scared to die.

Expectant for loss yet ever hopeful for gain.
Don't want to feel numb but don't want to feel pain.
Craving the warmth of a human touch,
Yet safe is the loner, for loss is too much.

My feet trudge the path of the weary and lost.
The ones who have loved and realised the cost.
The ones who were chosen yet then torn apart,
Left only with sorrow and torn bleeding heart.