50 Words For Poe: Azrael
“50 Words for Poe: Azrael”
What alchemy to lure Azrael
who hidden until now
keeps his vigil
in the still sound of
the shattering silence
of falling leaves
under the elms in the
hollows of
Hanging Hill
with the dream of
a wanton kiss
the warmth of
worshipping
another dark angel
feral
He thinks to himself,
this weakness
is unfathomable
to his calling,
yet now such
power of another
brings him to his knees
Instead of sickle
to reap, he waits for her
with his key in hand
and warm in his
fur trimmed
roquelaure,
he finds for once
he has a heart and
it is full running
like a lupine
to be tamed
blood pumping
Through the woods
like through a mirror
with ghostly grace
his familiar walks towards him
the moonlight caresses
her lush curves
her face all but hidden
in her black monk hood
the eyes aglow
like a feral phantom
she unclasps her robe
and lifts her arms
to moon's glow not shadow
full of naked...
unrestrained ambition
tattooed above her breast
Ink insignia
Blood Red
Rosae Rubeae et Aureae Crucis
Such bold bare order does become her
his high priestess of
The Golden Dawn
The bewitcher raises her athamé
inscribed with ancient sigils
she calls to the air
for Azrael and he
moves towards her
in a great rush of
movement
growling low
you know...kind of all...
el hombre lobo del diablo
fully charged and prepared
you just know the roof’s gonna blow
As one they move
through swimming
blades of grass
to thresh ne’er fall apart
a little death lying in
a waving mound of
foxglove and
four leaf clover
his heart is on fire
and roughly torn apart
Inhuman becomes him
with a little death
he becomes reborn
she is the Light
The Morning Star
In this moment
she becomes Azrael
in her he is free again
Her lips taste faintly of roses
Her skin like milk and honey
A hint of lilac and lavendar
with a kiss
soul to soulless
he drinks her up
her rolling hips
a dew kissed
rapturous climb
is her mountain
they have an understanding
contractual
through corporeal
and bargained charter
with words and
key on tongue
he unlocks and
agitates her
a small price for
entry to her cage
he placates her
of course she keeps her gloves on
she saves him from his fiendish daemons
and John the Revelator
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/t4tVUstmOC4
Embrace Another Fall/Plant
https://youtu.be/PaUGy7ZMdak
...the violins always get me ;)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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