I've become a victim
To my own rapacious desire,
'Slaved to the rhythm
Of this unquenchable fire.

Succubus personified,
As abysmal concupiscence;
I'm Incubus defiled,
Who lost her innocence.

*******'s my passion ;
A passion that's my monster,
Worn as frenzy fashion;
My sweet seductive sinister.

In your absence...

My thoughts
Your nakedness besets
My fantasies
Your lechery buffets...

This' reality...
Enrapture me with your presence.

Christened as black widow,
Baptized in the burning depth of hell;
She emerged from dark shadow
Into the light to entice with her spell.

Her gothic allure's mesmeric,
Bewitching lustful hombres with ease
Into enchantment most cryptic;
To drink from somber lubricious kiss.

Her explicit charm's accursed,
Venomous fang and tongue, irresistible;
******* the blood of lustfully lost,
To rejuvenate a splendor forever invincible.

Her claret lips, stone and rose bouquet;
Her sting of death they'll never betray...

Tempting, thy twirling trails...
Yet through timeless thunder and tempest,
Thy teasing taunts I wholeheartedly embrace and trace
To tread upon torturous and treacherous thorns...

Catch a glimpse of thy  glory,
Touch that tantalizing streams of dreams;
In whom I'm submerged into secret symphonies of seduction,
But in realm of reality; torments with wishful wishes...

Swirl my swelling surge with sweet shivers,
Spare thou my sizzling sickness with a slice of thy subtlety.
To ****** with fact beyond fantasy's fiddles...

Brevity poetry
Without rhyme or reason
Would read better
With alliterations like...
Wonderfully woven words;
Metaphors like...
Sunrise kisses rosebuds to blossom;
Maybe similes like...
As busy as a bee.

Prompts:  Write your best free-verse brevity in 30 words or less inspired by the word "rhyme".

Word Count:  30 Words "orange"

The wages of sin is nothing but death,
And from Adam's fall this became our fate.
God's son was given in man's stead,
As a ransom to redeem us from hell's gate.

Love for my kind led Christ to Calvary,
Our sins nailed Him to the old rugged cross;
Who was entombed in that sanctuary,
Where His resurrection became death's loss.

Yet amongst men are some in dubiety,
Living in constant doubt like Thomas of old;
Who believed in Christ the risen Deity,
After touching His nail pierced hand as told.

But blessed is that man who will believe
Without beholding those nail pierced wounds;
The same for eternity shall surely live
On that fateful day when the trumpet sounds.

To escape eternal death and damnation,
Those nail pierced hands till date still beckon;
"My Father wished none condemnation,
But that you believe and be saved this second."

Once this breath,
Existence gasps to grasp;
When wrath is wrought with wreath,
And fate, life bequeaths
Unyielding hasp;
Upon all, death's arms shall clasp.

Beyond bounds…
Colours, creeds and cultures,
Death's assured end shouldn’t be forgotten;
All’s bestowed ‘same measure,
Once birth is begotten.

My actions I love to rationalize,
Even though I'm also emotionally wired.
But one thing I've come to realize
Is that, balance is key and most required.

As I walk this tightrope of my life,
The battles of heart and brain I must fight.
Life's rife with strife that cut as knife,
I'm it's victim or victor be it wrong or right.

Heard there was  a lot and one thing you wanted to tell me.
I'd have given just anything to hear all of them from you;
But it's just rather so sad and unfortunately, so impossible...
For wishing this is likened to wishing  yesterdayas  today.

But yesterday is long gone, so faraway beyond forever,
Just like the hands of clock can never tick backwards;
For invisible hands in hollow hooded cloak struck suddenly,
Snatching your soul  from body and setting your spirit free.

But whatever thing it was you sincerely wanted me to know,
Whatsoever sins or trespasses you needed to be forgiven...
Your unspoken thoughts I've once heard and understood,
Your misdeeds I've long forgiven and that you be redeemed.

Endless voyage of day and night streams as parallel chasms.
Life and death's path set asail  on their separate waterways.
Farewell to this unknown horizon beyond human realm;
And welcome to new adventures and discoveries in perfect rest.

And then...
A diffident embrace,
Hankered after bedeviled yearning.
Instead, butterfly kisses,
She planted 'pon breathless lips;
Scarved my neck
And schlepped,
Into mystery miles of misty memories...

But now...
That yesterday lingers forever,
Leaving evocative footprints
Left behind by flirtatious fragrance,
That oft beguile my pathway,
Into memories of her;
Whence fantasy atones reality...

And then, once upon a sultry twilight,
Amidst the ruins of bygones chivalry,
Whence maidens most fair lived in sheer delight;
Free from lustful relics of rivalry...

Until a day came, and a knight was born,
The toast of town once tranquil, now thrilling;
Thence, jealousy stirred up spite as wild thorns,
To ***** wanton urge to crave fulfilling...

Itches unrequited by chevalier
Under whose spell the whole realm pined away
In splendor bedazzling like chandelier
Lovelorn stings strewn damsels in disarray

These conte chronicled that sultry twilight
'Fore splendiferous valour bared as blight

~~~~~~

Then later, will come that sultry twilight,
Whence moist lips stained with warmth, those beaks will kiss,
To reverse the spell cast to eclipse light,
Through insidious vipers with hearts unease.

Him, they cooked strange from coven of contempt,
As monstrous man halved into an aves;
Whom none will forever attempt to tempt,
His elixir lost beyond avarice...

Altar possessed by essence most cryptic,
Breathed upon him, sinisterly omen,
Fanned into frenzy most epileptic,
'Pon this bound besieged to efface women.

'Fore that once upon a sultry twilight,
Darkness gnawed all fresh and bones into flight.

~~~~~~

And now, once upon this sultry twilight,
That monster they created spoiled the living,
Into desolate and deserted site,
With venoms from fang of unforgiven...

Save for that last damsel left to be stung;
The fairest of them all found from time past;
Apotropaic maid, serene and strong,
Condemned to kiss away that spell once cast.

He aimed to slay, instead her lips he touched...
As curse recoiled, estranged from evil hold,
Till every grouch from within him was hushed
To find the future, lost in past foretold.

And now, once upon that sultry twilight,
He kissed those lips fated to make wrong right...

My soul's ensnared
By hidden hooks of hell;
Enslaved to grieves
Begotten by anguish and death...
Entrapped at the floating lawn,
Between the edges of hades and hell;
Satan and sin seek my soul,
But on bended knees I emptied myself
"My Lord and my God!"
"Let this damnation Passover me!!"

She's as wild as a wolf,
As wanton as a whorish witch,
As wicked as a werewolf;
As woman's allure bewitched.

She rules the dark night
In magnificence of full moon
And reigns with sunlight
As glorious splendor of noon.

Eyes lensed with emerald;
Whose stare hypnotizes and kills.
Her synergy an evil herald,
To bloods of the souls she spills.

Her innocence's deceptive,
Her beauty men just couldn't resist;
Mistaken as being receptive,
Their unbridled lusts cease to exist.

Unrobe me
From my flesh;
Stripped and ripped
Down to my bones,
That I may be as
Plain as this boundlessness.

I render myself,
Just as I am to you;
Solely and wholly
Uncovered and unstuffed,
That I may be the only,
You behold in this moonlit realm.

Spun from threaded deceits into splendor,
Sunrays robed allure as most delightful;
Ethereal temptation I’m to adore…
The most beautiful, yet most deceitful.

To sinister, my senses I shackled;
Begging to be bewitched beyond my bonds,
Canoodled and cocooned; yet entangled
Within whispers woven with wicked wands.

Like rosebud trapped amidst Prickles and thorns,
I learned to live and love to spite my lust;
That shadowy paths of twilights and dawns,
For my twinkles to spark into my worst…

That my veiled snare may shed her disguised gloom,
And be draped in my bare heartbeat to bloom.

From same origin,
Man and beast in harmony;
Different destinies.

Most enchanted amongst souls,
Once embraced by crystalline sunrays;
Kissed by those luscious lips of moonlight,
Walked amidst twinkling stars...

Now this same soul spits out fury...
Anger, enthroned in the altar of her *****;
Rage, roared and pounced like a wildcat;
Poison, brewed malicious vengeance...

Still, this wounded but wild tempest...
Her every raging storm, my whole must enwrap;
Breathe again, my delight into this candlelight,
Made wildfire by this windstorm of mine.

My days of yesterdays,
All flew and faded away;
But winds of memories,
They left as trails behind.

My past begot this day...
The moment I live within;
My now is who I really am,
The only one I'm so sure of.

Where tomorrow will lead,
I know not this unknown;
Yet my faith with my fate,
This I must strive to keep.

For every twist and turn,
On the pathway of my life;
I'll walk along with destiny
Into what lies ahead of me.

Perhap, my end shall come,
When my past and present
Shall meet with my future;
In somewhere beyond here.

Though vows
Be broken
And bowed,
Love's token
Unto the next
Words unspoken;
I'll embrace the test
Even if I'm never woken.

You, I planted
This heart's garden,
Taken for granted;
Yet forever my Eden.
This I choose,
Never to part with...
Nothing to lose;
Even if my breathe quit.

Forever O' Lord, Thy Word is established...
Never wavering like leaf tossed about in the wind;
But is steadfast to fulfill as accomplished,
That very purpose from the start it was designed.

But amidst the soul of the dead of the night,
Wolves in sheep clothing secretly crept into the fold;
Tares they sowed amongst the seeds of light,
Then nurtured their darkness until they became bold.

With words most sublime many they deceived,
Dressing the Word of God in coats of many colours;
Leading those who heeded and gladly received,
Astray from the Cross into the pathway of grandeur.

A den and refuge of thieves they recreated,
From sanctuaries once known as places of prayer...
Covetousness sanctimoniously consecrated,
From God's altars their incense engulfed every layer.

Their deeds ridiculed the righteousness of God,
That the holiness of this upright God is ill spoken of.
Yet at every street corner they cry "Lord, Lord!"
But these open display like the Pharisees aren't enough.

Quickly they forgot God can never be mocked,
But all will someday reap whatsoever evil they sowed...
Like weeds from Garden of Eden were plucked,
Surely shall they be cut and burned like ***** of old.

Life's so unfair,
Tempting and rough.
Prey to despair,
Taunting and tough.

To earn a dime,
She became enslaved;
Becoming crime
Begging to be saved.

Her pains smile,
Her bruises tell tales;
Many miry miles,
So sour it still stales.

One fateful day
She braced her senses,
Then walk'd away
From her own offenses.

She said goodbye
To today from tomorrow;
Ventured into sky
To fly away from sorrow.

Love dimmed...
Glorious light died within;
Anguish flickered,
Fanning agony into a glow.

Torture twinkled,
Streaming ill rays beyond.
I grasped and gasped
For entire essence of existence.

I've always thought
Love eventually ends up,
Ripping hearts apart
And shredding souls to pieces;
But wrong I was...
You picked up my tatters,
Stitch every bit back
Into a colorful rainbow
And made me an evidence of love.

Beneath scintillating neon,
She stood, as sassy sultry seductress;
Bewitching busy broadway
In awe, alluringly most attractive.

Her frenzy fancy he caught;
Free-falling hook, line and sinker
Into delectable dragnet,
Anticipating animated animality.

She lured him to her brothel,
Gave him more than he bargained for;
Banging, balling and bashing...
Beyond ***, salacity and satisfaction...

His end was quick and gory;
Bathed in blood and begging for death.
*******, as he breathed last;
'Time to cleanup for her next victim...

As grave beckons upon this mortal breath,
And that day came, when existence shall cease;
Gladly shall I embrace the beck of death,
To sail through life’ shore to that realm of bliss.

‘Yond this bound, whence breath will matter no more
Shall this life be measure by length fulfilled,
Or by rare wealth of allure and splendor;
Along this sojourn treasured and unveiled?

But those moments spent with Euphemia;
That took my breath away ‘pon shooting stars,
And turned routine into euphoria;
Sealed with smile and laughter, as balm to scars.

My fulfilment will not be found in years,
Neither in abundance nor in length of days;
But in those rare moments shared without fears,
Whose golden footprints no time can erase.

Thou, the bequeather of this birth to death,
In whom thou exhale human existence;
Born from suckling to thy laying of wreath,
None will exist without thine own essence.

Like a winding stairway on lone twisted aisle,
Ascending as stream of crystal rays unknown;
From whence within every mile will worth the while,
Or every turn a test to trump on its own.

Through thy shadowy paths of this sojourn,
Whence thy fate must embrace her scripted end;
From thence thy dim at dawn from morn will mourn,
When death's dark depth will be thine to descend.

Why hast thou begotten thine humanity?
Whom on her own knows not what tomorrow holds;
Save this moment, not whence lies eternity,
Waiting to unfold wonders yon yet untold...

But only in thee, O' life is reality known;
My past, like morning dew forever faded away,
But my now I must walk and own; never to disown,
To that future I'm fated to venture into faraway...

And when this yond my stairs appear no more,
Whence immortality becomes as reality;
Will my soul, eternity swallows in her allure,
Or in pain of purgatory; or perpetual insanity?

O’ sweet Euphemia,
Thou, whose statuesque allure
Enchants the heaven!

Elysian Eden;
Thou, who adorns paradise
As garden that blooms

Lord...
Take me instead!
Spare her,
From grasp of dead...

Breathe in my breath,
Intoxicate me with your presence;
Let me lose myself in your fragrance,
Till I don't exist anymore...

Ensnared and enchanted
By the one essence of our existence,
Woven into the web of our own wonders;
As we nestled in our lover's nest.

Stinging passion with poison,
Let's attend with urgency to our fervency;
Burning fully in fervent fire and fury,
Flowing in frantic frenzy.

Bodies dripped and dribbled
Lavishly with lickerish longing, lust and love;
Splashing and thrashing in lake of lechery,
Till we're submerged beneath our sin.

Thrusts begets shivering rush,
Pounding with passionate pain and pleasure;
As groans become cacophony of cravings
To be harmonized as symphony...

Hell's hysteria breaks forth,
Thundering into echos of volcanic eruption;
Calmed by the zephyr of heaven's touch...
Cuddled into cocoon of pure bliss.

This life has known impatience;
‘Tempted and caressed by her deceptive wrath,
Defiled in her cradle of penitence
Ravished in her creased sheets of lustful hurt.

Deserted in the middle of nowhere
Between this roaring lion and deep raging sea,
I became the victim of my own care;
Left stranded in the very last place I hate to be.

But the heaven never faded above me,
Nor sun’s crystal rays that reached out for my soul.
The earth did not disappear beneath me;
For mercy found me and kept me intact and whole.

She nudged me into the arms of patience,
Who wrought her perfect work in and through me.
‘Took me to a place of peaceful existence,
Where I’m made complete, to lack none and set free.

Bruise this bane upon my body,
Bare me to the bones;
Breathe beyond my bounds,
And undo this drape of teardrops
That baptized me into temptation.

My besieged spirit revolts,
Beseeching to restore
The dignity of drowned divinity;
Once cowled, cosseted and chaperoned
To salvage my strayed soul from shipwreck.

You've loved me as a man,
Made me all I ever wished I should
And you gave me all you can;
As a woman could, should and would.

But I've loved you as a boy,
I've been more selfish than selfless;
I've sought only my own joy,
Without noticing your helplessness.

Until this moment in time,
It dawned on me I don't deserve you.
Before me lay my every crime,
And until now I have no single clue.

It's time to set you free for the best;
You deserve a man better than the rest.

****** lifted into a faraway boundless realm;
A void where nothing else but only myself existed,
In a nowhere once lost amidst endless whelm;
All alone to atone for every sin that left me twisted.

My soul I surrendered to solitude to swallow,
My spirit I yielded to the echoes of God's whisper,
My body I forsook for the sake of tomorrow...
To have a new lease on life to live; even by a whisker.

From nothingness He appeared like my father,
Held my hand and walked me down a familiar path;
Where His words painted sky, land and water
With primordial paintbrushes of purity of the heart.

His breath, He breathed into the water to ripple;
The sky He shaded to begot cloud and the infinite land,
He tilled into brown soil to sprout trees in triple
And said, "For you I made all things anew as planned."

With these words, from my presence He vanished;
As His words reechoed and reverberated me into reality.
I stirred awake to crystal sunrays most cherished,
Streaming from sunrise into my existence's neo nativity.

Now, it's a new day, a new dawn and a new dream...
That God in my father's likeness gave me one more time;
And for me to grow I must let go to be at the helm.
From hindsight, I now know this' a prime most sublime.

Cowled Charon,
Arise and attend;
Thanatos summons.
Invoke anew, Styx;
Ripples...solemn, sombre.
Ferry departed souls
To Hades' shore
A coin awaits thy ossified hand.

Thou keep me warm,
Amidst bitter freezing cold.
Like sunrise at dawn,
Thy fire I still behold to hold.

Thy coolness enfolds
I"m cosy amidst scorching sun.
Thou refresh my soul
Healing every hurt and burn.

I'm enthroned here...
In a perfect place of ardor;
Where I find peace
And my inner being I explore.

My heart's my refuge,
My abode of warmth and coolness;
My sanctuary of serenity.

O’ Gethsemane! Thou garden of grief,
That sanctum of solitude and sorrow;
Whence once I knelt by stone to seek relief
From anguish sore, that burned to the marrow.

In pain so grave this cup I wished away;
Yet like a lamb, to Father’s will, I bowed...
Sweat like stream of blood, dripped that night most gray;
Despite fears, I embraced my cup as vowed.

Disappointed by friends in time of need,
Betrayed with kiss most warm that sealed my fate;
Mean men seized and led me like thief in chain,
All my friends fled in fret for faded faith....

As Lamb of God, myself, I submitted;
To men I love, still me, they rejected.

He's all mine,
My nocturnal mate;
As warm as fur
Beneath my sultry skin.

My fiery feline,
That freezes my fear;
Fuels my fury
And fans my fire into flame.

I'm made strong,
Created to bend not break;
Yet I cling for fear,
To my firm and fearsome friend.

For I may be bold,
But I'm bones and beauty;
Only made fierce,
By the reputation I've gained in him.

So I dare to walk,
In the path of fearless strides;
Gaining more grounds,
In leaps and bound with my fangs and fur

His unique style
Formed my elementary;
But those thou art,
Some coveted like adultery.

For him was coined
A word more like idolatry;
Just to worship him
In the altar of bardolatry.

Hallow, most serene,
Wooed with words wonderfully woven
Into love scrolls and scrips;
That delighted the pages of her heart...

Suddenly, his wind strayed,
Became the author of all her pains;
Scrambling every word...
Haling, hurling, hurting; till they taunt.

Love died that fateful day,
Buried beneath bosoms of frustration;
Amongst tormenting thorns,
To sprout anew, bud and blossom but....

She lingers, assured someday,
She'll become the bouquet on his gravestone;
Whence fate will cheer and jeer.

His sweet soul she stole,
Into the darkest depth of dark obsession;
Beyond where light consoles...
Where love's a derision unto depression.

He danced with death's desire,
Lost himself in paradise of her purgatory;
Daring to embrace her buring fire,
He breathed her as his life's only obligatory.

She became his sacred sacrilege;
Sweet death's symphony he can't dance without,
That offered him every privilege,
His craving wanted without an iota of doubt.

Seduction strummed his soul strings,
Streaming him to dangle into strangled snooze;
Him, she swung in soulful swings,
Swinging him into losing his life in her noose.

Slandered
Without evidence;

Possessed
By seven demons.

Delivered
Into discipleship;

She didn't
Betray nor deny Christ;

Neither fled from
Garden, cross nor grave.

But the first
To herald His resurrection.

His touches, his kisses...
They ease, tease and please,
With signature pleasures;
She can't endure but adores.

She lay, body on tender rug,
Softly tugged and hugged to chug;
Wholly unplugged from reality,
Into magic, fantasy and ecstasy...

Here, clusters of butterflies flutter;
As her mutters and utters stutter....

Dreamt about assassination last night,
Twitchy eyeballs popped up beneath shut lids;
Rousing ghosts in gloomy valley of fright,
Once scrubbed off from the pages of past deeds...

Fettered to outbreak of wrathful revenge,
Whence vengeance kept puking ardent outrage
Thirsting for repercussion to avenge,
Blood spilled from rampage, bleeding to damage.

Disheartened by night's elusive moonbeam,
Dream took flight from cowl and cloak of unreal;
Leaving lackluster existence to dim,
Amongst baleful shadows looming to ****...

Fear retraced erased footprints for some clue,
But fate paid his due as nightmare came true...

~~~*~~~

Triumphant, this apocalyptic grin;
Baptized in sheer ecstatic debauchery,
That veiled these lips once kissed by cryptic sin;
But haunted by horrors of lechery....

This lovelorn reprisal was created,
By dreadful days her heart's framework, he razed
Amongst ashes of anguish most hated,
Leaving behind stinging stained sheets, unfazed...

Used and tossed away left her horrific,
She rose from death, a stunning femme fatale;
Whom he left to rot, felling terrific,
But by her blade, he crawled through hell's portal...

Now, turned ammunition most criticized;
An assassin, who should be ostracized.

How come
Love seems illusive?
Like fresh dew,
Fading with the break of dawn;
A beautiful dream
Disappearing into shadows
At reality's crossroad...

But love, I know is...
Not a figment of imagination;
Only an existence
Fast becoming nonexistent.

Blindfolded to dream,
Eager for warm wand'ring kiss;
Burn my frigid lips.

Wonderful
Words,
Woven into whispers
Lifted from leaflets;
Floating
In the wings of the wind.

Creed will breed from seed, a good deed to heed;
But greed like ****, feeds as blended needs bleed,
Till hope elopes in lopes for naught to cope
And gropes on worn tightrope whence doubts still mope.

Would faith debate with fate 'fore night's too late,
Or should this date wait and postpone her bait?
God with His words became creations' Lord;
While Moses with rod, as David with sword...

Promises unforeseen, things I've not seen!
Unbelief, unseen; the one sin to win;
Yet these I believe and live to receive,
From Spirit that gives; whom I mustn't grieve.

Faith I hinged on substance of things hoped for;
Evidence of unseen or blur, naught more.

Hoaxed by cravings
Entangled in ecliptic enchantment;
Spiders within entrapped my butterflies
Into cuddling myself
In cradle of cryptic cobweb.