Author Information
MAw
Black days watch while I walk this lonely road.
Lost alone and afraid before Her.
Nowhere left to turn so I watch her.
Black, malignant eyes towards me I shiver.
Lost my chance to run.
The darkest beast in the world of mortal man turns towards me.
Words echo though my soul.
Howls of hatred and pain grapple onto my heart, pulling me forward.
Broken, skinless wings spread behind her.
Cannot turn away,
Cannot regret,
Stuck, watching her horrific beauty.
Long streaks of blood flow across her violet skin.
Forms around her feet,
Corpses pile around her.
Chitinous exoskeleton folds over itself as She bends over to examine me.
Never experienced one who did not run.
Never experienced one who gave himself so willingly.
Who did not scream at her malformed wings.
Who did not cry out at her bladed hands,
The grotesque bubbles of Pink skin on her body.
Opened her mouth,
Long, venom-coated teeth,
Ready to rip me apart.
Eye-searing stench of long-rotted corpses escapes Her maw.
Look into her curious eyes.
She wonders why I do not run. She wonders.
Watch each other for a time before she reaches out for me,
Her skinny, long, serrated claws grab my body effortlessly,
Lifting me into the air.
Know I am gone,
But I do not Scream
Do not cry and try to escape.
Let her hold me. Examine me.
Let her feel my skin.
Let her listen to my heart.
In turn I reach out and feel the coarse skin of her arm.
The eldritch blades of her back.
Lets me listen to her heart.
We both know each other more.
We know our frailness and our might.
Our hopes and fears.
She sets me down and searches for other prey.
Still wondering why I did not run.
Wondering why I did not fear her.
I Stand there,
Long after,
Wondering that myself.
Sci-fi dark
She is a metaphor for all things dark, like Marmee Noir in a Hamilton novel - amazing images ~~A~~