Submissions by WhyteGirl

Prologue

Dominic Stravos smelled her before he saw her. As usual, the effect was nothing short of hypnotic. He would recognize her delicate scent anywhere. It was an alluring blend of fresh floral, warm spice and sensual musk. Whatever lotion or perfume she wore had the same effect every time. She smelled the way she looked; sensual, seductive yet strangely innocent.

He watched as she came into view. She had the body of a vixen and the face of an angel. Her eyes were large pools of molten lava that, at this present moment, seemed grey, depicting the hue of the early morning...

Bid me not to reverence,
save I cry tears of ecstasy at your feet
from kisses that make me come
undone,
I much rather have purgatory;
writhing in darkness
gagged and bound,
yet, my soul sings
as a lark unfettered
I, your bond slave, eternally,
let time be still, spare not the dying
and feed from the honey hive
give me decadence as dew drops
moistening flesh cooled by heaven's eye,
let it be as tears from the clouds
as it ovetakes me,
the little death.

A sudden ragged intake
and the light comes on
each scene unraveling
piercing, tearing, shattering
like bullets from
a projector's gun
each more haunting than the last
Will they stand and applaud,
life's cast,
from the acts of your past?
It's time - but you're not ready
clutching the folds of consciousness
as the curtain of breath falls.

Let breath be taken through eyes
All but one sense denied
Sustained by sight of thee,
A third eye to see.
Meat becomes ash
Wine loses her splendour
Of what use is a thousand coins,
Or the stirring in my loins,
Lest I gaze upon thy beauty?
Deaf and mute rejoice!
For cursed are the blind
Never to behold
The immortal Soul.