The Poetry Marathon

Hearts lurid demise

Restored with her phoenix flame

she is with me always

The Bahd Brotherhood,

Secret order of the crow,

Protects one, Demyze!

Obsidian grin,

Veiling savagery of night,

In Dark delight.

A Glistening hue,

Regarding its pillow of flesh,

Searing in its quest

Reports are circulating in, yarns of a tale most obscene,

Of romance pushed to edge of reason, ferociously extreme.

Authorities state of perplexion, of no true reflection,

A nightmarish bond driven on blood lust supreme.

As filters and speculation, devastate the nation,

Major Crimes are vexed and sickened at the scene.

Love driven mad, a pair of souls forming a monstrous band,

A spree of death, flowered with gory mis-en-scene.

Caution is the story, of Dyer-Boliques glory,

And Valkyries staging of theatrical macabre themes.

Woe is their ending, victims’ families lamenting,

A plot in infamy, destined to never be redeemed.

Grace escapes my life this burgeoning night.

Drugs coax me to door of the dying.

I care little of this conclusive plight.

Our souls are annexed, mortality crying.

Resistance of desire not within our might.

A bitten tongue commences shared dining.

Dreamlike wraiths, absorbed in the dining.

Looking, feasting, blackened blood of night.

Joyous in jilt, imbibing the crying.

Arousal strikes hard, ignorance of plight.

Rapturous, we consummate the dying.

Bodies as one, exuding lust’s might.

Dominance, retreats against passions might.

Ocular delight, next course of dining.

Penetrative elation cries this night.

Pain lost, I sup on her blood and crying.

We know how this end, enduring the plight.

Union continues hence, no heed on dying.

Death strikes his toll, in tune to the dying.

His solemn bell rings, purposive in might.

Skin, swift the entrée of fervours dining.

Heavenly flesh, savoury gift of the night.

Blissful in tears, garnished of the crying.

Our hands peeling further, aching nails plight.

Faux limbs discarded, aide-memoir of plight.

Inedible in passions pure dying.

I devour her essence this very night,

My skinned nose, entremets of her dining.

She shears off my face, fangs working might.

Sweet, mutual pain, dressed by the crying.

Pain flows, red tears, blending the crying,

Hungers soft kiss, preceding loves last plight,

Time draws its veil, our void of the dying,

Vastness of void, advances against our might,

Bodies flayed, craven within our dining,

Luxuriously devoured our night.

This night, we are one in the crying,

The dying flies out, carriage of the plight,

Yielding of might, tenacious in the dining.

Abundance of flesh, teetering on a stuporous step,

Carried dutifully and on a drunkards resolve,

Resigning himself, a true wretch of the unkept,

Her body not to be touched or involved!

Sacrificial, our desirous fool will endure my scorn,

I glare on, anticipating my friends to intercept,

Realisation dawns, as his forearm is torn,

Tattered flesh screaming with crimson effect!

Restless meat, dragged to this vestibule of violence’s floor,

Fangs dispense their intended and evolutionary design,

Shielding his face, with haemorrhaging appendage, is this disgusting boar,

His pathetic squawking cut short and rendered benign!

The offerings complexion changing, as mandible is ripped from head,

I match his bleating, as I find my voice enduring a lycanthropic illusion,

A cry soon answered, as my Valkyrie advances, howling with a Banshee’s dread,

Observing the feast, content in our current spree, gracious of our evolution!

Her eyes hypnotic,

My own absorbing a truth,

Future dystopic

Our plan, born of true heinous,

Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived.

Yet tonight they feast on standing pig,

Such pleasant fare to absorb.

Within a tavern’s hospitality,

Hogs adore to imbibe,

Pre-marinated and duly prepped,

Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived.

Ambiance imperative to set the mood,

A ramshackle hovel dutifully disguised,

A table set with finery, nothing crude,

Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived.

Docile and ready they’d await their company,

Savouring the smell of the meal to arrive,

For on temptations arm, he will be led

Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived.

Master and pet, we must be prepared,

The hour draws sundry and nye,

Soon the punters will traverse a yonder,

Day’s turmoil and beverage deprived.

Man’s best friend finds true gallery,

In this repurposed livery, improvised,

As such we wait, for customers true fate,

And as always…

Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived.

In loneliness eye

My reflection laid very bare

mirrored self despair

Hope plays the role contrite, L’art Cullinaire served on despair,

‘You remember your place, my hold ever renewed!’

For what is flavour if loyalty, if yours is insipid impaired

She basks on pleasantries, humouring my air,

Callously agreeable, contented and shrewd,

Hope plays the role contrite, L’art Cullinaire served on despair,

As doe eyes adore, awaiting my approvals care,

‘ A pleasant idea’, a mock and impugn,

For what is flavour if loyalty, if yours is insipid impaired’

‘ My canines are trained, versed in savageries prayer,

But fear not my heart, you they will not consume!’

Hope plays the role contrite, L’art Cullinaire served on despair.

She dances and connives, I see you in my vacant stare,

Within my gaze, darkly dreaming visions accrue,

For what is flavour if loyalty, if yours is insipid impaired

I have ensnared you once, for I am the fox to your hare,

‘Tonight we hunt, for flesh’s atonement is due!’

For what is flavour if loyalty, if yours is insipid impaired,

Hope plays the role contrite, L’art Cullinaire served on despair.