Like a bird in  cage,she flutters her wings for freedom
Prisoned in his devilish abode, she craves for  attention
The Demon, bold and strong marked upon her his scent
'This is my territory and you are my prisoner
Never in my wildest dream will I let you free
as you are my only solace' he told her.

'I want freedom, in its accepted form'
Devasted I am with this imprisonment guarded by lust,
How can I unlock the cage to your heart,' she replied in a voice which trailed off into muteness


Agonised in pain
succumbed with misery,
She realised the path to his heart
Is one tough journey

The Demon made his appearance into her chamber,
Startled with his presence, she kept away her thoughts for later
For he came and pushed her
Kissing her passionately,against the wall.

Holding her up against the silky red plasters,
He worked his way to open her antique lace dress
With perfect dexterity,he unhooks every button
And plants silent kisses
She moans with pleasure
As he marks her with his teeth down her neck.


Lost herself to the demon of lust.
Not her mistake to fall in love,
Little did she knew the cost of love.
Such lust ; Such pain
The endurement of love.

Transient summers,
Forbidden Bluebell fields,
Tough times symbolise the pouring of ales.


Manicured lawns,
Cider drinking Saturdays,
Routine discussions about the sun and rain.


Hijinx down the watering hole,
The great unwashed congregating on Market Day,
Smog penetrating the lungs,
Forlorn eyes, social decay.


Leaders of austerity,
Riddled with oppressive policies,
The tedious endurement of the morning commute.


Sirens cut across Westminster,
A quintessential rave anthem,
Boxing Day sales,
Sheer pandemonium.


Revelling in satire,
And curtain twitching,
Reading racists newspapers,
Disenfranchised youth.


Icky dance floors with raging hormones,
Breath heavy with hops and acrid tobacco.


**** drops and winding waists,
Ladies bathroom, evil eyes exchanged.


Sundays spent hanging,
And Mondays depressed,
Holy communions,
Cladded in your best dress.


Suppressed thoughts,
And baited breath
An Albion filled with oppression and dread.

It was an elegant affair
This was beyond Folgers moment
It was a pure Caviar and Chandelier delight
The Wine Glasses enchanted in party approval
Now that might sound unusual
But the Cup and Saucers got on the dance floor
Even the Stars that were outside had to twinkle
It was sheer beauty and ambivalent
Yet, the party was far from silent
Even the Tea Kettles got into the dancing act
But it goes even beyond that
The Drums had their own beat
Let me tell you, it was the Cups, Saucers, Tea Kettles and even Coffee Pots on the dance floor moving to the sounds of melody on their feet
But the party had a certain magical environment being totally unexpected
The Violins added their theme in mellows and serene tone’s
The music being right for the night
The party was far from any Disney dear
But there was endurement near
However, credit must be given to credit due, the tea cups started the party off, and the Drums and Violins held the party up
Excuse me now, while I get on the dance floor
This is romantic music I can’t ignore.