To The Shadow Beast

A shadow of derision swept across her unapologetic mask,
as she continued preening the dream-dust from her fledgling.

Dominance being undisturbed by the fidgeting,
submerges his beak once more into the swirling mead.


'Neath the crust of wounds,
a familiar voice spills through,
shaking frantically against a surge of shadows,
she steps forth, commanding this wretched shriek to kneel.
There are no others within this wilderness,
which rule over the needling weave, that I conceal.
The Moon does not shy behind clouds
when I demand its affectionate eyes to look upon my crown.

The cage rattles with defiance.
The sharp edge of my long blade slides
slowly along a jugular for you.
Curiosity inhaled the wrong rot.
This silent river readily slips along the eroding plot.
No more cackling cries from raven woes.
Cold is my purpose to touch within thy mind's labyrinth of folds.
Sewn lips shall rip apart by their own accord.

See the pale upon my lips!
Feel the stir of this trembling whip.
I rip the fragile threads covering your back.
Bite your lip, shadow beast,
and tighten your jaw,
for the true queen of darkness has come to call
... upon you!
Blood wells in the corners of the onlooker's eyes,
as the night hails, You are mine!

© 2015 blue angel

Artwork by blue angel For 2015's National Poetry Month