She lurks in the shadows
Eying her prey
Salivating at the thought of the luscious Nectar on Her lips
Nourishing Her, healing Her, filling Her
In the deep, She turns force into form
Once again practicing that ancient forgotten Art
Pleasure and pain. Full and Empty. Not and is.
Her bow pierces the heart of the hunted
Be that enemy or prey.None can escape Her bloody fury.
For, both in torrents of anger and of lust, She inthralls.
Ever persistent. Ever enduring.
She seeks both satiety of thirst and of curiosity.
In a never ending cycle of Becoming.
Can you relate to this poem ?
ReplyDeleteyes, hehehe I wrote it :P
ReplyDeleteWell al joking aside, I think it speaks to anyone who takes on a predatory mind set and anyone with a thirst for knowledge, or whatever it is one thirsts for. I meant for it to be broad, it could be about vampirism, magick, transfomation through destruction, the list goes on. what do you think about it?