Her thoughts were cloudy seeping
haze of regret covers her burning eyes
a dark villain is born, a dark passage through time
envelops a painting so obscured to love once again ...

His change of deed is not easily seen
to make his message clear that he would be waiting
for her to appear. he thought of her loving glance that burned
in his soul, Atrocious and foul, that it may be ...

It burns her soul, she was on edge, fear and wonderment
at the excitement of what was behind the door, the waiting
consumed her, the darkness was calling, with a scream so loud
a hand covers her mouth, and a rose appears, with lips that pressed
to cover her silence, pressed her to the door ...

Forcing to look at her capture, the dark eyes filled her very soul
she wanted to cry out but her body responded differently
as his hand fondled her *******, and told her she was his
feeling the wetness of the fluid that seeped into his life,
there was no turning back ...

Never looking back, her strength had invited death
but joy was found that dark night, her light was glowing
once encouraged by mortal fear, an overpowering warmth
was covering her body, as she waited behind the close doors.


Debbie Brooks 2014