Embelished Vision
Shards rain down
around me
ringing upon the ground,
displacing the silence
that was assaulting me
mere moments ago.
Had to get out
and even as the blood
drips from my many wounds
I lurch into motion
running into the darkness,
feeling it envelope me.
The moon
is a black spot in the sky,
coating everything
with its unholy illumination,
and within it
I can envision
my succubus,
sweet pale skin,
smooth and flawless,
lushes curved fangs
jutting from under pouting lips
glistening in the starlight,
raven and golden hair
playing in the breeze
as she flexes her batlike wings.
I can see her red tinted eyes
glowing in the night
and hear
her claws clicking together.
Keeping myself upwind
I slink from tree to tree,
circling.
She stands over a fresh kill
wings enfolded like a cape,
blood pooling in the soil
at her feet.
The scene
entices me,
almost driving me
to move closer,
must resist the pull,
get a feel for the situation.
I sniff the air,
the briny scent of blood
approaches me,
beneath it,
the loam scent of earth
permeates,
lower still,
the smell of my temptress
drifts in,
sulfuric musk,
brimstone and sandlewood,
ash and raw meat,
sending shivers
down my back
like when the first drops
of a cold rain
hits your skin.
For now
I am content
just to gaze on this
ferocious beauty,
watching
as she
feasts on the carcass
of the beast
she so eloquently took down.
As the mist settles in
and removes her from view
the vision of her
is still burned into my eyes.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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