Ashes

Through the shadows darkly, he slips
his steps silent
mind pained, chaotic.
He lost.
Not a gambit, no trifle,
her love.
In ashes, burning wild, uncontrolled
as is his heart.
He seeks the dark, beseeches the dark
moans aloud his agony,
in the dark.
He remains in the shadows.

Royal

Dowager Queen?

They know nothing, this council of fools!

This is my choice, my life.

I made it thus.

Think they can marry me off to Spain, do they?

Are they blind to theses robes of Royal Purple?

Let them dither and pronounce...

it is I alone that holds this scepter, wears the

crown of gold.

I am Queen. I watch, I listen.

I am Royal!

Video et taceo

Living on the edge

Did he ever nod his head 'yes'? Say the word out loud?
A brief moment of doubt, perhaps fear.
No quicker than a flash, a needle in his hand.
And never a second thought for another day.
Magic promised in a clear liquid,
an emptiness filled, a storm shored up.
He sips from agony, smells pain.
A prisoner of his own darkness.

He's living on the edge.

The Liar

the mistake, the God forsaken mistake.

she knew.... didn't she?

The rocky promontories of her soul

seek asylum, a piece of relief.

A sliver of blue on a dark horizon.

The mistake yet follows her

like a branded red M on her sheath.

but she let him in.....

she is now surrounded with his

emotional debris. Crowding her thoughts.

Drowning her in his ever present need, the

stench of his sorrow.

The light is bleeding out of her, a dependent

to his desires. Vulnerable and no longer her own.

She exists only to fulfill his wishes. Her mistake.

Her crown of martyrdom does not sit well upon her head.

No Honor

He understood that his was not to be an
honorable death.
With what he had done, seen and lived
through, honor was an ocean away. Lost.

No, all he wished for was a 'good death'.
He counted and compared, numbers sliding
one into the other. There is no quantifying
deeds; good or bad. Falling to the floor he searches
and comes away with empty hands.

He leaves behind 'soldiers'.
They are in good stead and no longer needed
his direction.
Goodbyes are unnecessary, he will not be far.

I Would

If I could, I would....

visit the years of my youth.

I would grieve and shed the

tears that remain dry still.

I would return to those days

when love waited at my doorstep

everyday.

I would accept it.

If I could, I would....

have cast my runes forwards,

and not look back.

Learned how to say yes,

unlearned the feeling of fear.

Allowed the arms around me

to stay there.

If I could, I would

move to the ocean

stand in the waves forever

forget what I know

know what I should

love him again.

If I could, I would

live.

NEED

They went up in flames, whoosh, just like that.

They were two crossed wires that caused an

explosion.

She had no thoughts other than thoughts about

her body and what it wanted.

He touched her here, he kissed her there

she could not get enough, did not want it

to stop.

He caressed her body, then grabbed it;

he sucked, then bit.

He was a man who had not made love in

a long time, and his unchecked desire was

touching, heartbreaking almost.

I wanted to hand myself over: yes, take me

gobble me up.

I fell, I landed hard. Welcome to reality.