Kissed By The Wolf

Come,caress me.
Into that endless pit
Let me reach.
To that abyss
In which thought is dumb,
I pray;
Love me, but keep me only
Until the ending of the clock’s murmuring.
Enfold me in your molten core, yet be swift
For I see Eternity crooking her finger
So must I follow,
Mesmerised by sweet oblivion.
I hear the chanting of the past, yet
Spiralling before me are echoes of the future
And memories of what is yet to be.
Life merges with finality
And breath ends.
As vast as wisdom, I become
As deep as love, I sink
Darkness shivers across my heart
Binding my hopes in Her ebony cloak
I love
I lie
Then I die.



About Marie

An eccentric & quirky artist and writer who fills her time between fantasy roleplaying sessions with painting, writing and playing her guitar (rather badly). Usually to be found with paint-stained fingers surrounded by books and tubes of acrylic paint.
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