Her tragedies born of denial
Sharp teeth extend in desire
No greater high than a man
Wanting her for her tending
No greater love than the
Marriage of sky to earth
Her tragedies born of denial
Sharp teeth extend in desire
No greater high than a man
Wanting her for her tending
No greater love than the
Marriage of sky to earth
“No,” she growled.
She knew she was vulnerable as he left.
She knew others would try to take advantage.
So she gifted him with her openness while she could, and then began reattaching her armor.
They had been there
Had fed each other
Even distanced apart
They grew stronger
Phasing between
Heaven and Hell
“There is always something in the way…”
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(Sleep Token ref)
She’d learned to shut it all down hard, when she needed.
“My only need…welcome me in…”
—
(Sleep Token ref)
“I am the gap filler, full of unrest – and starving.”
A visciously boiling lashing rage
Brimmed under visage’s surface
Toward anything threatening
Sanctity of their sacred union
For they’d both suffered cruelty
And had earned love’s security
Come now
Saturate
Let us
Both
Revel in
Glory
There was something about him that lured her feminine fire out from hiding – and in return, caused her to provoke his hunger.
Her body snapped internally in fits and swinging emotions, denied the addictive pain relief and starving for something nourishing.
He had not realized it at the time, but in keeping himself alive, he had also saved his future mate.
Their life patterns and trials of endurance paralleling each others’ through the ages, exacting tolls on their spirits and tempting violent reactions, were somehow fought against side by side on the spiritual plane in an unseen mirroring that wove their souls’ energy together.
At first, they had barely survived by staying isolated and alone, focused upon identifying the harms to and discerning self truths, relegated to making sacred pledges seemingly unheard and left echoing in the endless darkness.
But then they began to hear whispers of far off responses to their calls, and caught the briefest glimpses of each other in the dream realms as they passed by where boundaries overlap in shifting shadows.
Until at last he had grown hale and strong enough to break through the walls of his own hell’s imprisonment and forged into higher levels of consciousness – just in time to reach for and catch her as she began slipping into the Maw.
There had been different versions
Passed down through the ages
But their kind was the
One that felt right
“You know now, do you not, what he has been through?
Then also know: I shall provide for him.”
It took a certain strength reliant beyond capabilities to keep her from running away from what she desired most.
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(Title of multiple meanings)
Each other’s attention.
Do not let the frenzy
Overpower your will
You have won my
Heart’s affections
Rest, recover, and
Steady your course
I am here waiting
Ready to embrace
Your soul’s desire to give
My love is yours in return
From deep within she reached
Across time’s endless chasms
To pull him out of his suffering
And embrace him with her heart
Your viscerals feed
Opening closed veins
To forgotten nutrients
As bleed from desire to
Oh the carnage she could cleave if she allowed the need to overpower…
To visualize something hilarious
Were she to allow fangs freedom
Helped push back torment’s pain
To regulate her starving systems
“An upbeat religous singer started praising on the radio about how when you’re curled up on the kitchen floor and the house is on fire, this is not the end – but a rock-solid, firm-on-the-ground new beginning.
And while I appreciated his levitudes, they had the backlash effect of the fact that it is my self that is on fire, and if what he says is true, I do not appreciate any god burning me down so that I may become something new in this manner.
Cackling with overboard insane laughter, I visualized warning the singer who had entered into my domicile unbidden, “You’re in Danger” – and then chasing him around with canine teeth extended until he was effectively flushed out of and well away from my castle!”
Laughs at machinations
Opening her own maw
To swallow them whole
Feasting on own blood
Transmutating power
Back into her hands
Leaving them gaping
In awe and wonder
As she takes to
Broken skies
“I am told that healers bound by this suffer such draw from their own life force that if they cannot find a way to recover strength, they are in danger of becoming vampires.”
“Though fangs edge long and hunger breeds need, there is no one worthy to feast upon.”
Mirror Image
How I’ve sought
Yet sunlight can
Trick innocence
‘Til now avoided
And unexpected
Sweet delicacy
In bloodied maw
Why do you wish to awaken
The Divine Primal Feminine
When even I don’t know
What she is capable of?
Will you turn and run
When she tries to eat?
Will you condemn and scorn
When she bathes your feet?
Or will you meet tenderness
With Grace’s endless caresses
And violence with equal or
Greater Strength’s pleasure
While sharimg every measure
Through good’s foul weather?
There’d be no more waiting.
Upon their first meeting, he took her hand, slowly brought it up toward his face, then pressed his warm, soft lips upon it in a kiss of acknowledgement.
Though hesitant, she moved in closer, lovingly carressed his cheek, and slid the palm of her hand gently down the side of his neck to its base at his shoulder, claiming.