cruelmaster

I suppose although no one left any messages, at least a few read my last blather... It seems forever since I wrote it, but I'll survive...

These thoughts within my mind they fly,
to the evenings posessing that serene moonlit sky
the fires within these eyes they glow
but the light falls on naught but the purest snow
here in the arctic, a monster hides
raving, craving, devouring my insides
to save itself or turn to rust,
the beast must somehow slake its lust
but the path through these self-built walls were made
to see to it such reckless wants were forbade
it looks into the mirror, and what does it see?
its own promises, its honour, its master, me
how many worlds could this fire consume?
how many lustful nights have we under the moon?
will we ever again use these powers we have left,
or shal we wallow in sorrow, of our satisfaction bereft?
what lies ahead of us, and what more follows behind?
are we one and the same, share we together this mind?
if here in this body, do we fight tooth and nail for controll
why is it when working together we seem so whole?
could it be that this is all just a part long forgotten,
or a part of myself that's somehow gone rotten,
if it were then why would I feel this way
when in partaking of pleasure I feel the walls giving way
these passions I have are the pleasures of the night
here in dark bedchambers, where my talents delight,
whatever prey that the beast within's skill,
did hunt and stalk before I make the kill,
her moans of ecstacy, those orgasmic throes here tonight,
means that something we did `tween her thighs was just right,
will we hunt again under the moon? Don't know...
there are some who wish the beast and his hunger would go...
I know that he'd never just run off and hide
when he knows that he belongs here within me, deep inside
my head gave him birth, and my loins made him strong
and I ask him, myself, could it truly be wrong?
to want more than one voice in this room without fight
to fill up my senses with these pleasures of the night?
too soon to be recognised, or to far away to heed,
will my lust for pleasures of the flesh be freed,
to feed on this town, this state, this world,
will the banner of my true nature ever again be unfurled?
I hope and I pray almost every day,
that she'll someday see that my heart cannot sway
for her and our progeny, I'll always be here,
to prove that nothing to me could be more dear.
but I wish as well that she'd open her arms,
and accept one of the playmates we've enamored with our charms.
sooner or later she'll come to see,
that this unbidden lust is always with me.
she hungers the same, although less visibly
but she denies it for fear of her own jealousy
she would share someone else on our bed here with me,
but to share the love of her life might bring misery...
someday we'll try it when we find the right one
until then the beast tries to keep calm, being once more undone.