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"The Repeat of Fate"
Deep buried in a dead forest
I hadn’t heard of before,
Wycoller lies in ruins, barren
no trees nor foliage remain,
no tenant can be found,
but here I am
like a ghost glued
fast as a succubus to its walls
rain like poetry falls hard
the wind stinging the loveless hymn’s
continuous tin-hitting torrent to breathe
and it fills its chanting monkish boned gutters
with pages of leaves, rivulets cascade
burning like copper-coloured tears
like rusty blood the signature stains
down and over and through
its windows’ broken panes
pink-eyed writing stories, still life,
falling like laced crimson snowflakes
melting to sleet the messy sludge
sliding down its unchaste whitewashed sides
to be scraped away the scarlet lye
and underneath the nails that pierce
the sharp words tightly furled
like Rochester waits
torn on his wuthering
cliffs of heath;
which one am I?
which word?
which name?
the repeat of fate?
Unsaved by the Wildfell grace,
a small but loud device
runs with its unthinking heartless mouth.
On Pendle
a daughter seals her
mother’s fate;
too soon
it is opened,
the closed Malkin gate
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“Jennet Device, Daughter of Elizabeth Device, late wife of John Device, of the Forrest of Pendle aforesaid widow, confesseth and saith, that her said mother is a witch, and that this shee knoweth to be true; for, that shee had seens her spirit sundrie times come unto her said mother in her owne house, called Malking-Tower, in the likenesse of a browne dogge, which shee called Ball; and at one time amongst others, the said Ball did aske this examinates mother what she would have him to doe; and this examinates mother answered, that she would have the said Ball to helpe her to kill John Robinson of Barley, alias Swyer: by helpe of which said Ball, the said swyer was killed by witch-craft accordingly; and that this examinates mother continued a witch for these three or foure yeares last past.”
lye/lie.
-Nip At The Cauldron-
My mind full, like the moon outside. My brethren say; '’Sleep well, worthy adversary.’’ As he ventured forth unto his domain, for a final nip of the cauldron before hitting the sack.
I lay restless, unable to commit to my new found lover. Lest it shouldn’t be so. I am you. A demon rung the bells of my adored solitude and grasped away at thee. The pungent odor of Sulphur filled my lungs heavy with soot.
The night remained an insomniacs dream as I heard the succubus calling. The energy piercing my skin, as I called the enchantments that my father once taught me. I was protected, but not invincible.
Hear and there, a shadow standing over me. Whispering indistinguishable language, that no man would want to decipher. Tapping the furniture to make sure of the unbearably long night ahead. Feeling the entities hatred. Limitless burden, all I wanted was calm silence. But, I can also hear my horse carrying the same unease as I.
Or at least, I did for a time. I can no longer hear of the outside world. Only the whispers. The sound of silence twas' no more. It grew louder and louder. As if, my horses fate was in spite. It threw its head on my lap. To enlist my heart with fear. The darkness grew as I came to realize, I was dead.
In the realm where darkness veils the night,
There exists a temptress, an enchanting sight.
A succubus, she dances with allure,
Her gaze ignites passions, mysterious and pure.
Her eyes, twin flames, flicker with desire,
Drawing souls close, setting hearts afire.
With every step, she weaves a bewitching spell,
Her presence a captivating, irresistible swell.
She roams the shadows, a creature of the night,
Feeding on desires, turning wrong to right.
Her touch, a velvet caress upon the skin,
Seducing mortals, embracing them within.
Beneath the moon's soft glow, she spreads her wings,
An ethereal beauty, as temptation sings.
Her voice, a melody, luring hearts astray,
In her embrace, the lost souls forever sway.
But beware the depths of her enchanting game,
For beneath the facade, darkness hides its flame.
She takes what she desires, leaves empty hearts behind,
A succubus, an embodiment of pleasures undefined.
Yet, perhaps, there's more to her enigmatic guise,
A longing for love, buried deep within her eyes.
A soul once pure, now lost in shadows' art,
Seeking solace in the embrace of a wounded heart.
Her succubus nature, a burden she must bear,
Caught in a dance between passion and despair.
Yearning for redemption, for a love to mend,
A chance to break free from the chains that suspend.
So, in the tapestry of night, she dances on,
A captivating succubus, forever torn.
A tragic figure, both temptress and prey,
Her story whispered in the night, but never to betray.
In my dream, I'm gazing
out over the ocean
when glints in the moonlight,
guide my eyes to motion.
Above the breaking waves
I hear a mermaid's plea;
and like a succubus,
She lures me to the sea.
Her slow-gyrating hips
cast a hypnotic trance;
sensually swaying
like an erotic dance.
A sexy siren swims
in effervescent pools;
beckoning me with eyes
blue as sapphire jewels.
This vixen invites me
to revel in her touch,
and my fevered body
longs to hold her so much.
Whispering promises,
She calls me to her side;
till I awaken; and
Her face becomes a blur.
Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. Religion cannot pass away. By Thomas Carlyle
Incubus weaves a titillating tale.
Swathed in a velvet flame that stirs the soul.
Trembling and relieved, I sought trial,
In the little death of the cyanide hole.
I dip my toes deeper into the sand
The ocean feels akin to a million diamonds.
Clad in azure plaid, I lie a breeze in my hand
I have the sense to fall in love with this island.
Epoch is similar to a roller coaster.
Yet I'm not tied down properly.
Perhaps I shouldn't proceed any faster.
My hands are busy with the air around me.
Sporadically I worry over the future
I wonder how much fear I have allowed.
Struggled to maintain, came up to bode suture
That seems to be the marvel among the crowd.
But now, I've attempted to understand
I must be the one controlling the wheel.
Whatever the future holds, steadfast stand.
Without trepidation, all triumphs might feel.
I'll be here no matter what happens tomorrow
I shall thus desist from being a layer of the hive.
It proves to be the root of my shared sorrow.
Will I favor water over wine yet still be safe to drive?
Were we given to a succubus or an incubus?
Stars veiled by a few straws will soon appear.
The final site has incubus tombs or mage insipidus.
It cast a dark shade across the earth and is near.
I'll be there no matter what happens tomorrow
In the midst of anguish, that would compel.
I'll be there no matter what happens tomorrow.
With eyes and arms, a soul never hurts to love well.
Let us adore ourselves before it becomes a crime.
The white moon is caressingly rising in a blue sight.
How acute a day, relies on how well you are sublime.
This story makes my future appear so bright.
1st place contest winner
Written: March 07, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
I do not abide
in bright sunlight.
“I’m a vampire rose.”
Recall last night
when you first came upon me.
You had wandered
unknowingly
into my woodland domain.
Like a somnambulant
delectable dreamer
you walked into
my succubus lair;
you, with your scrumptious
mouth and eyes.
Beneath the lush tangle
of myriad leafy boughs,
I waited in shadows,
hidden until you
found me there.
As you stood rooted
to the forest floor
admiring my blood red petals,
your lust became
my opportunity,
for when you tried
to pluck me up,
you pricked your hand
on my thorns.
Did you not realize
that was my plan?
You bled, and then . . .
you became my
fledgling devotee.
It was as if I had sunk fangs
into your beautifully scrumptious
pale neck.
You have returned now
longing to
“kiss me when sun sleeps”
for you are pulled by the
mulberry mystery of
my strange unnamed omnipotence.
I am your goddess.
No other rose
can you ever find
that will compare to me.
Though you take up your quill
and bleed poetry
again and again, know this:
“I own your signature.”
Come, my lover
I will blossom each night
for you.
You can caress me
in the moonlight,
but never can you clasp
“your fingers around my soul.”
Go look into the moon’s pool.
Your reflection
you will no longer see,
and you will be
drawn to me for as long
as I shall desire you to be.
My lover, my thrall,
I have bestowed on you
my cardinal immortality.
Until I release you,
your destiny is here -
beyond the gloaming.
When the road is a gypsies ribbon and the trees dance with the wind
The nights hours fade to memorie. Embracing the Carnal sins.
Two succubus hands provoke my senses. For wine has their control.
I deny their actions and offenseses. Cleansing my harden soul.
To my eyes they appear angelic. Like sapphires amidst moonlight.
I admire them like relics. Only for the night.
I bring them to my house to sleep their demons away.
They want something else. Pulling me astray.
I lay their figures on clouds of white. My bed is large and grand.
Both scratch, claw, and bite. With promises engraved in sand.
Finally ending their sharade. They fall asleep together
Really wanting to get laid. I sustained the tempest weather.
When the rays seep through. Waking weary eyes.
I witness it too! A maroon sunrise.
Breakfast is waiting on the gentile stool.
Kind smells are baiting for their appitiets are cruel.
After eating they slip away to their home of family hood.
Fully contemplating the way I fully understood.
Later amongst our peers and friends. The ladies convey my trust.
Drawing near favorites and kin. For a savage lust.
watching as twilight
crept over the brothers
and stars being re-birthed
to fortify the Great Wall
street lights line to ignite,
the shimmering black mantel
concealing azimuth,
and seductive ebony lips
slide,over the lamp
once more,
A visage of ivory
looks upon earth
on the cusp
is where your found,
a palled specter
drifting shadow to shadow
passing as
a will-o-wisp of
ebony vistas,
always out of touch
with the sense of perception
lulled into deception,
as one fingernails breadth
breaches truth,
trouncing the foolhardy
the blaze phases,
and passion is pendulous
but still,
twilight bewitches,
and the ivory succubus
of night
mesmerizes all,
with moon eyes
as the mantel
of seduction,
rolls with reverence
over azimuth,
her willing victims
are waiting,
etched in ivory
A confident man I used to be,
I was content and settled but still not free,
some spark I caused set alight to my soul,
as I moved towards a happier goal.
A father, a husband, a soldier and lover,
things now in my past, but not all quite over,
guided by warm smiles and the opening of thighs,
from the young blonde succubus that secured my demise.
I thought her an innocent but she knew what she was doing,
even in bed, it was my mind she was screwing,
pretended to love me and hold me up high,
but I did not fake it, I did not lie.
I need to talk to her still, I must appear weak,
but no matter what method I try she won't speak,
it is not fair as she was my best friend,
now no one can console me, and I want it to end.
We both had a love but now hers is shattered,
and I'm treated like I have never mattered,
Christmas and New Year spend alone in tears,
fetally curled on the floor, shaking, surrounded by beers.
I was such a confident man, and strong and true,
but I just don't know anymore what I should do,
I know dwelling on the past is bad for my health,
but somehow now I don't even know myself.
So I am blank and vacantly hold no expression,
I hurt so much and it's all I took from this lesson,
and I will hurt for ever as I don't know who I am,
but I do know it's her fault, she broke this man.
I still eat and still breathe and I know I could stop it,
but if I did that no one would profit,
so I wait, although hopeless, just in case,
she proves me wrong and shows her true face.
Intrinsic behavior
I am my own savior
Love's a joy
Not a labor
Rather be in your good favor
Kiss me I'm not real
Or so it seems to me
Nothing's all I feel
Or so it seems to be
What you're chasing is a ghost
Nobody's home
I'm just a host
So just leave me alone
I never wanted all this static
It never hurts to be pragmatic
Nothing's all you feel
When you're alive
But you're not real
I'm not alive but I'm not dead
I live only in your head
I don't exist
So don't resist
Just kiss me I'm not real
The only moments that I feel
Are the ones that I steal
So kiss me and make me real
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