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Venom and Stardust

Though I yearn for eternal rest
and free from his violation
I unravel in his charismatic force 
compelled by wild dark eyes
I am but a frail heirloom
composed, submissive, spellbound tied
In the arms of uncertainty 
a daughter of Athena
 enduring loves legacies, courted by gods
desired by many suitors
cursed by others jealousy and ruling reigns
Two immortal flames
mortal eternals, there is no conforming
 We drink from the aguarossa
blood-red rose redeemer
 in our underworld’s Leviticus larva
 naught rituals regress
 our binds cannot be broken
Forever rooted in our rapturous rhythm 
 plucked from poetic plight
I am but sparkling stardust, silica dense
spoiled by his fire, enwrapped in his core,
whilst I dance upon his soul
On a pedestal, where he has taken me,
a gypsum statue on his Tristan thrown,
 he jots his visceral venom vignette
entrapping me in bane sonnets
It’s a god forbidden grapnel gameboard,
where dark words rise like blades of passion
 in roulette’s rivalry, his cabaret 
Goddesses being the hecatomb
in chivalries of chaotic romanticism 
 I long to be set free, released 
from the portrait I am fated to portray
from lovesickness, unbereft of love's vow
from the bound wrists in gyves
free from his violation
 I yearn for eternal rest
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Gorelick Avatar
June 27, 2026 at 12:23 PM
A passionate tour de force, passion on the march, they shall prey on the vulnerable and unvigilant, Satan on the make insatiable! Well written, Anaya
Anaya Avatar
July 13, 2026 at 8:54 PM
Ty, Robert! Good interpretation, love it. Blessings
Rodgers Avatar
June 17, 2026 at 11:13 AM
Dear Anaya, breathtaking descent, mythic, molten, and fiercely self-aware. Your language is pure fire: “silica dense,” “visceral venom vignette,” “god-forbidden grapnel gameboard”, each image sharp enough to draw blood. A stunning, darkly luminous monologue. Blessings, Daniel
Anaya Avatar
June 17, 2026 at 11:29 AM
Daniel, it's such a refreshing genre, gothic of twisting animation, goddess concubine & her libidimous libertine. Breathtaking indeed! Ha, TyVm my dear poet. Blessings
Hind Avatar
June 16, 2026 at 10:19 PM
mmmm dark heavy images
Anaya Avatar
June 16, 2026 at 10:32 PM
Perfect, Paige! A tease, my gothic-light side. .)
Smith  Avatar
June 16, 2026 at 6:39 PM
Wonderful imagery in this dramatic monologue. Well versed my dear Anaya.
Anaya Avatar
June 16, 2026 at 10:35 PM
Thank you for a kind review, Alison. A dark gothic-light side of me. Thanks, sweet poetess. :)
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