The Poetry Marathon

Another year here,

Eventuality arrives,

The gauntlet begins.

Gliding hand caress

Beauties pure tortured figure

Suffering eternal

A destiny decided

My hand gifting symmetry

Your body twisted desire

Solitude wasted

In company of greatest fear

A servant of hate

Emotions wasted

I venerate at seclusion’s heel

Birds of prey stalk alone

The Tragedy in Chorus

My sweet and servile lark,

how you wish to flee incarceration,

My testing set in motion,

Your chance at hand liberation,

My cunning and wicked songbird,

I have afforded freedoms possibility,

My hobbled and observant serin,

Chose flight and endure loving hostility.

You chose the route ill-advised,

I watched you still ready and waiting,

You chose escape of my loving touch,

A price to pay a penance degrading,

You chose the path easily predicted,

In shadow and murk, I glide portentous,

You chose poorly amputated queen,

My presence looms in rage tremendous.

Our games thought once withdrawn,

The chair, your crutch, swiftly ceased,

Our games change form,

Matching your caged Aria confronting my Tenor in beast,

Our games new developments fitting,

A betrayal must be acknowledged in brutal objection,

Our games progression ever evolving,

But now it’s time forelimb removal and glorious dissection.

The Vicious Voila’

Amidst hazel light of candle luminosity,

Amongst the array of sordid creations,

Mercy entreated, but shall not be shown,

Her own predispositions seldom cloned.

She requests a respite from the hand that feeds,

Always pleading the case of subservience,

But my own internal undertaking soon to fulfillment,

All I can do is endure her savory and inflictive tones.

My own metamorphosis soon upon us,

Valkyrie’s descent into madness vital to my cause,

The corruption of her body and mind,

A lasting gift in purification’s form.

Slowly I cater to her physical needs,

Dwindling ever more at the flick of my whim,

Cautious in the shattering the psyche,

All aiding my revelatory becoming.

Though wheelchair bound and I.V. drip aided,

My dark being nurtures her transition,

Loving and solemn, I don’t say a word,

Deprivation of conversation a useful device.

Great timing upon us as I finally speak,

‘My sweet dark angel in depths of sinister desire,

I removed your imperfections, unsightly, not needed.

I commenced with your febrile leg, Voila’’.

A Morbid Misdirection

The Naïve Valkyrie, to confidant in your haste,

Those who would be devoured by you, issued swift invite,

For you saw what I allowed you to perceive,

A repour in civility concealing a desire to deceive,

Pride’s punishment,

Watch closely.

The Naïve Valkyrie, driven on by blood fueled salacity,

Preoccupation and control of those you ensnared,

For you saw what I allowed you to perceive,

Absorbed in your own hellish and brazen cravings,

Lust’s lament

Watch tentatively.

The Naïve Valkyrie, murderous movements filled by outrage,

An aspirant in righteousness and spirited vengeance,

For you saw what I allowed you to perceive,

Provoked on course for retributive and unrelented justice,

Wrath’s worthlessness,

Watch over here.

The Naïve Valkyrie, resentment of your possession’s past life

Indignant and malice compelled you to seek the self-tormented demise,

For you saw what I allowed you to perceive,

Compulsive in single minded direction, ever causing a painful decision,

Envious enmity,

Watch carefully.

The Naïve Valkyrie, a glad reprieve I shall grant you solace and reprieve,

Your far travelled palate accustomed only to the finest,

See what you wish to see, as I want perceived,

Enjoy my succulent offerings, prepared only from the finest fare,

Gluttonous gourmand.

Are you ready?

The Naïve Valkyrie, if you chose what you should perceive,

You would no doubt be accustomed to that taste,

For within the trappings of your own larder and kitchen,

I processed the meal you consume, not wanting your brother Jon…

to go to waste.

Unlit impulses collide

Delightful devastation arrived

A possession fully contrived

Your body now owned

Ownership of Soulless mind

Control’s true reward