Talking loud, making my head hurt.
Does that make the words any more truthful?
Your view of things so askew from mine.
Are we finally at the point of no return?

Apathy, anger, disbelief, and slight pain.
These are the emotions that flit over me.
Anger seems to be taking the fore front,
I feel the beginning of the slow burn.

Years spent with you gone in a moment.
Thrown away over your own pride.
Accused of things that are not defendable.
Useless to argue; unheard. That I did learn.

Not supportive, too controlling, just like your mother.
Words hurled like daggers, trying to hurt.
Some are laughable, some hit their mark,
You, you, you coming through like a chant.

Accused of being almighty and manipulative,
Accused of being hateful and full of spite.
If I am such a person as this,
Our marriage is doomed, it won’t last. It can’t.

How you stood me for so many years?
A terrible creature such as me?
The names you have called me must be fitting.
They cross your lips more and more now.

The things I accomplished belittled so, now.
The tears choked back fiercely.
I won’t give in to them, no way, no how.

So as this final curtain descends
I will come and take my final bow.
It was a good life, a good marriage, up until today,
When craziness entered our lives and took you away.

The Ride of the Huntsman


The Queen of the Sidhe has given her command
The Huntsman gathers the hellhounds,
All of Faerie feel the shiver go round
The hunt is about to begin.
The wild Sidhe feel the call,
The joy of the hunt fills their veins,
They will run with the hounds over hill and dale
Until the creature is found.
The Huntsman blows his mighty horn,
Gathering his Fey to his side.
He mounts his fire breathing steed of night
And into the dark they will ride.
NonFaerie folk know nothing of this.
But something is making them quake.
Into their homes they quiver and hide
The realm of the Fey roam outside.
Through the night they run never stopping to rest,
The creature must pay for his crimes.
The Queen has issued the death hunt,
And tonight, something will die.
So tonight, if something calls you outside
To run with the wild Sidhe hunt
Do not disobey the Huntsman call
Or the Hellhounds will take you to ride.

Little thrills of maybe
Lead to daydreams of possibilities.
The dark desires of wantonness
Interspersed with heady lust.

Memories of lips meeting hers
So much told in that first kiss.
Passion, tenderness and hot molten desire
All told as lips meet for the first time.

Smells of desire intermingle with perfumed skin,
Hot, fevered touching in the night
Whispered exchanges of half words and moans
As lovers climb the ladders toward fulfillment.

Heavy breathing exhausted lovers lie in each other’s arms.
He holds her close and she hears his heart
Knowing it belongs to another; grateful for the few moments they spend together.
He dresses to leave and takes another small piece of her heart with him.

Easy promises made in the heat of passion
Broken quickly by her faithless lover.
Still, she waits for the thrill of the maybe,
That lead to her dreams of what is possible.

Velvet night falls,
Peaceful night sounds call.
Sleep eludes me tonight.
Quietness surrounds,
Stars shine down,
Small points of light in the canvas above.
I am alone but not lonely,
Thoughts tumble and churn
In a mind too awake to slumber.
My cat purrs at my side
Content to just be;
Not demanding, just here in the moment.
Peaceful and serene
No loud noises to ruin my dreams.
If only I could close my eyes
And slip away.