Dark Poetry

Deep Autumn
by: Aquilla Rage
Sunset spills over the dense forest of barren timbers Leaves on the ground, a carpet of chestnut cashmere Air thin, crisp, sigh through the branches, Lament a soft moan with no repartee. Scents of arid flora, kindled cedar, sweep by. A dewy mist clings to your face, a veil of arctic diamonds..... You came to this place to look for me. It was here you laid bare my secret in the obscure forest, Where you saw me embrace the deep autumn, catching me off guard, or so you envisioned I watch you, waiting for me to appear, Mesmerized by your shallow breathing, The movement of life I have long forgot the feeling of. Shadows begin to fashion an eternal lover with the darkness. A wolf cries in the distance, How it daunted you, aroused you. A slow smile crosses my lips, a clover provocation to aphrodisia Shall I draw near or Let you fall in need and longing with the night as I did. I watch you.

Deep Autumn

by: Aquilla Rage

Sunset spills over the dense forest of barren timbers
Leaves on the ground, a carpet of chestnut cashmere

Air thin, crisp, sigh through the branches,
Lament a soft moan with no repartee.

Scents of arid flora, kindled cedar, sweep by.
A dewy mist clings to your face, a veil of arctic diamonds.....

You came to this place to look for me.
It was here you laid bare my secret in the obscure forest,
Where you saw me embrace the deep autumn, catching me off guard, or so you envisioned

I watch you, waiting for me to appear,
Mesmerized by your shallow breathing,
The movement of life I have long forgot the feeling of.

Shadows begin to fashion an eternal lover with the darkness.
A wolf cries in the distance,
How it daunted you, aroused you.
A slow smile crosses my lips, a clover provocation to aphrodisia

Shall I draw near or
Let you fall in need and longing
with the night as I did.

I watch you.

Pas Deux
by: Aquilla Rage
What emptiness haunts me this night Awaiting the summons of distant companions, forgotten quarry. It is fitting that we met this Hallow's Eve, at this quiescent place, away from prying eyes and prattling mouths. I stand behind you whispering your name into the frigid gust. You turn, recognizing my presence. Nodding slightly, I move closer to you, skimming over the leaves. I can see your pulse beating hard in your throat. You try to speak, but to no benefit. Without a word a bargain is struck between us. The promise to make your estranged soul cognizant again, Divulging that which has been latent, awaking the Immortal. Do I sense a lingering sadness for the light? This too will pass, already a forgotten memory in your sea of forever. The last of the sidereal day fades, making our embrace a single movement in its ashes. Your neck, tepid against my lips Saline claret fills my mouth as I pull unyielding on your veins With each beat of your heart until it fades to a cottony trickle. Letting your body slip on to the bedrock; I regard So beautiful in death, a pale rider at my feet. I touch your cheek, your eyes a stagnant reflection. Now you know what it is like to welcome death, To be in its fervent arms. But do you want to see more? Or is this, pallet of leaves, to be your necrology? Lying atop the frigid earth, self-possessed with the moonlight You contemplate your overture. What I offer can not be returned It is your choice.

Pas Deux

by: Aquilla Rage

What emptiness haunts me this night
Awaiting the summons of distant companions, forgotten quarry.
It is fitting that we met this Hallow's Eve, at this quiescent place,
away from prying eyes and prattling mouths.

I stand behind you whispering your name into the frigid gust.
You turn, recognizing my presence.
Nodding slightly, I move closer to you, skimming over the leaves.

I can see your pulse beating hard in your throat.
You try to speak, but to no benefit.
Without a word a bargain is struck between us.
The promise to make your estranged soul cognizant again,
Divulging that which has been latent, awaking the Immortal.

Do I sense a lingering sadness for the light?
This too will pass, already a forgotten memory in your sea of forever.

The last of the sidereal day fades, making our embrace
a single movement in its ashes.

Your neck, tepid against my lips
Saline claret fills my mouth as I pull unyielding on your veins
With each beat of your heart until it fades to a cottony trickle.

Letting your body slip on to the bedrock; I regard
So beautiful in death, a pale rider at my feet.

I touch your cheek, your eyes a stagnant reflection.
Now you know what it is like to welcome death,
To be in its fervent arms.
But do you want to see more?
Or is this, pallet of leaves, to be your necrology?

Lying atop the frigid earth, self-possessed with the moonlight
You contemplate your overture.
What I offer can not be returned
It is your choice.

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