Lady Death; My Gypsy, and Jezebel: A Love revealed III

The piercing voice of her screams, full in radiance and vigor,

THE VITALITY OF HER STRENTH AND DANGEROUS GOOD LOOKS,

Balanced and in full wake, fully conscience of it and herself

She swears, about me and about these dreams unwinding through her head

Show knows, I confess, there is not another,

Drums beat on in the distance,

Here you go my sweet,

The drums continue to beat, I smile,

Happy Belated Valentines

Knowing I am the best man, her only lover, as she is now my only lover

Save for lady death, whom I will one day gain her divine attention, and win her over, when I walk into her house, when I’ve appeased her enough with my lifes work and actions, then will I never leave;

~~~The Heart Shaped Box~~~

An for Valentines

a gift I give, fit for her, jezebel my new queen,

She opens and does smile,

The sill beating heart of my wife, to you my love, for you

Do you like?

I picked out especially for you mi amor,

take this, my second gift;

As she opened it, she was gleaming, glaring that wicked grin that turns me on like no other mortal wench,

she knows what to do with it,

a knife, that dagger the gypsy, my wife used to stab me in the back so many years,

She insults me, no more

Take this, and stab it mí amor,

And she does, She takes it, and with a expression of delight,

“At thyne cold beating heart, do I stabbeth thee” my new jezebel screams out

Ahh, she quotes it just like me,

How she knows me,

She knows me like no other, how to please me,

Something that beasty has long forgotten how to do,

Another thing she lost, to time, age, and selfishness

With a sigh I do think it over much, something she took for granted, it matters little now, though I will think about it from time to time,

She did love my crazy love, though I had grown tired of hers;

The piercing blood curdling scream coming from beyond the old wooden door, the one she complained and bitched at me about night after endless night, down bellow in the cellar,

Hehehe, I can hear her heart beat, and the shocking piercing halt of it, torn an pierced, fatally flawed and failing,

a tomb, now, for her, my wife, my quiet recently dearly departed wife,

Enshrined forever, oozing in blood and saliva, contorted in her cold confused terrified stare,

Hehehe, Gypsy bitch,

Oh God, its so funny, I will next go after your mom, and meet her with death,

Did you not know, that Jezebel has not her mom left;

Is that not just beautiful, words cannot hardly describe

How good it will feel for that bitch of your mom to suffer agonizingly, with whip, chains and knife first, And then I will let her die,

Did not know whom you were fucking with, que no? Hahahha

You knew I search for something only I can feel,

Have no fear, and slowly dance away from me now, aba ba baahhh

To death do us part, Yes, yes you certainly were quiet right,

Our vow should never become broken,

Screams of her agony plays over and over again in my brain,

How perfect this all is,

Three women, set in and put in their place, by me

Almighty                 Man…

And One dead beyond buried, always near to me and yet gloriously gone,

Silent as the grave I can still hear her, cry and complain; ironically to me though, she can no more offend;

One here, my new found Queen, to sit and rule by my side

Jezebel;

Macabre as she is, wittedly and twisted, she’s twistedly beautiful,

The necrolisious fun we will have, together as one, desecrating what remains of mine dear ex-wife, down there in the cellar, and here comes the night, Finally to be taken for a moon dance with jezebel, new found queen of my hell,  

And THE One; One Beautiful Be All End All Queen in the waiting,

My beautiful Lady Death;

One more given freely unto you love, unto you, my Love, unto you;

Oh how I can love you, if you will but let me,

timeless is thyne prisoner here, in life,  left waiting for you in disguise  

Our realms are different, out of time, yes my love, yes… still I fall in your shadow and remain untamed,

a different world maybe, still we are the same,  

until then, does your voice gloriously haunt me,

What be your bidding, my master and mistress, what glorious torture waits me at the end of whip and chain