Feilecan

Féileacán

Mariposa; two winged pairs taking flight,
Farfalla with symmetry, sprite needs love!
Borboleta sings, howling through the night,
Schmetterling’s sweet cry, a lone single dove.
Papillon sprayed rouge, glorious to sight,
Butterfly lady, swooping high above.

Mariposa; lone wolf gliding above,
Farfalla, restless. Needing, feeling flight!
Borboleta crushed, a fairy formed dove,
Schmetterling nymph girl seeks blood of life night.
Papillon a life desolate of love,
Butterfly sucking man’s life juice; dark sight.

Man enslaved below, suffering in sight,
Downtrodden by elitism above!
Working land with rough hand, dreaming of flight!
Ivory tower, home of the red dove,
A blight on the land, lair to the creature’s night,
From her magical tower she spies love.

Reprimanded unfairly without love,
They banish him from their callous, cruel sight!
In emerald forests he searches above,
There a mythical creature takes her flight.
He does not resist the insatiable dove,
As he arms wrap tight, and they fly at night.

Mariposa, carries him home at night,
Farfalla wraps shining wings about love,
Borboleta sips blood, his soul takes flight,
Schmetterling merges with her love above!
Papillon and man; formidable sight,
Butterfly demon, magnificent dove.

Mariposa loves man, man adores his dove,
Farfalla unwanted, banished in the night,
Borboleta discarded for her love,
Schmetterling, his dream, away from man’s sight.
Papillon and man, love cocooned above,
Butterfly for love, can no more take flight.

From his kind took flight, loving his red dove,
Cocooning her love, sleep eternal night,
Passionate sight, in the tower above.

Féileacán II

Mariposa; barren virgin, alone,
Farfalla, beautifully abandoned.
Borboleta howling need to atone,
Schmetterling maternal need awakened,
Papillon, reeking acetophenone.
Butterfly sharp retribution actioned.

Mariposa; prey, her praying actioned,
Farfalla; spurned, hurt, abandoned, alone!
Borboleta thirsts, blood lust awakened,
Schmetterling frightened, needing to atone.
Papillon ignored, insect abandoned,
Butterfly hormones; acetophenone.

Reeking, attracting, acetophenone!
In human form men’s attraction actioned,
Furiously feeding, leaving alone!
Vicious dark yearning cruelly awakened,
Abandons her town, hoping to atone,
Unable to stop, dark need awakened.

Her old life destroyed, city abandoned,
Swarmed by men sensing acetophenone,
Desirous demon, throat feeding actioned.
Abandons her prey, as she is alone,
Decapitation before awakened,
Bleak corpse trail, begging to atone.

Mariposa prays, trying to atone,
Farfalla killer, bodies strewn abandoned.
Borboleta weeps, dark days alone,
Schmetterling her hesitation actioned,
Papillon driven; acetophenone,
Butterfly monster, devil awakened.

Mariposa falls, black heart awakened,
Farfalla escapes, never to atone.
Borboleta, decency abandoned,
Schmetterling pouring acetophenone.
Papillon flight to the forest actioned,
Butterfly sadly opts to live alone.

The forest alone, desire awakened,
Morals abandoned, no sins to atone,
Acetophenone, sating needs actioned.

Féileacán III

Mariposa; queen, flutters by the stream,
Farfalla, victim to Sting’s black heart, mean.
Borboleta comes flying in his dream,
Schmetterling man lost; a slave seldom seen.
Papillon, watches! Flaying skin so cream,
Butterfly hopes for escape he is keen.

Mariposa; lusts. For him she is keen,
Farfalla; pities the man, her eyes stream.
Borboleta skins wickedness as seen,
Schmetterling close by, visits in his dream.
Papillon witness to man’s sorrow; mean,
Butterfly lustful, for man’s wanton cream.

Wistfully she watches his skin so cream,
Senses the man’s need for release is keen,
Meets him in shadows at the water’s stream!
Creeping slowly closer, hopes to be seen,
Bravely he sees the creature of his dream,
The only being who was never mean.

Rural riverside folk; prejudice and mean,
Striking whips, reddening his skin so cream,
For an escape his tortured mind is keen.
Silently they embrace by flowing stream,
Hardly daring, fear of snaring if seen,
Pretty, shining, winged angel, vampire dream.

Mariposa flies, remnants of a dream,
Farfalla flies, left with grim masters mean.
Borboleta promises to meet; stream,
Schmetterling prepares, her lover is keen.
Papillon soaking, lustful, loving cream,
Butterfly returns, waiting to be seen.

Mariposa touches, shows he is seen,
Farfalla offers a decadent dream,
Borboleta, a sacrifice less mean.
Schmetterling to share brazen blood and cream,
Papillon excites an agreement keen,
Butterfly takes him far from the cold stream.

The dark forest stream, wanton desire seen,
Sinful master’s mean, sinner’s nightmare’s dream,
Blood’s red lusty cream; needs deadly keen.

Féileacán IV

Mariposa; remembering her pain,
Farfalla, escaping Sting’s sting at last.
Borboleta, her mortal spirit lay slain,
Schmetterling, attraction’s dream come at last.
Papillon, evil memories insane,
Butterfly, she reflects upon her past.

Mariposa; haunted by a dark past,
Farfalla; her own sins driving her pain.
Borboleta, memories streaming fast,
Schmetterling, the many that she had slain.
Papillon, guilt’s destiny is to last,
Butterfly, enough deaths to drive insane.

Lust for blood, desiring her, men insane,
Her empathic mind scoping sinner’s past,
Demonic bad men causing others pain.
Enticingly drawing them in so fast,
Draining blood, decapitation and slain,
Wrathful revenge, for love never will last.

Unfaithful women deserve not to last,
Torturous mesmerism drives insane.
Her spiteful reminders of their sins past,
Until the time that she inflicts the pain.
Her lips gathering cuckold men, times past,
But this handsome man, she could not see slain.

Mariposa, punishing the ones slain,
Farfalla, assessing each to the last.
Borboleta, saving others from pain.
Schmetterling, justifying her dark past,
Papillon, preventing karma, insane.
Butterfly, salvation flying by fast.

Mariposa, new life approaches fast,
Farfalla, judge and jury to the slain.
Borboleta, all behind her at last,
Schmetterling, even those she drove insane.
Papillon can free him from his deeds past,
Butterfly hopes to ease his awful pain.

Wiping away pain, easing it so past,
Queen reborn at last, forgetting those slain,
Those she drove insane, destroying her past.

Féileacán V

Mariposa lifts, and he gives her trust,
Farfalla, to her tower where they play.
Borboleta seduces with her lust,
Schmetterling; in her cocoon he does lay.
Papillon protects her man from death’s dust,
Butterfly implores her loved one to stay.

Mariposa offers eternal stay,
Farfalla drinks his blood, requited trust.
Borboleta watches where he does lay,
Schmetterling’s first feed, waits to feed her lust.
Papillon watches preparing for play,
Butterfly ready as soul turns to dust.

First feed of three, he wakes in smoky dust,
Wishing forever to be hers, to stay,
He breaches cocoon, hands reach in true trust!
She floats towards him, the bed where he lay,
Removing her flowing gown, grows in lust,
Man becomes master, now ready to play.

Milky breasts, sparkling wings needing play,
Bare, curved legs approach settling the dust,
He stands tall, toiled muscles flex and stay.
As roles switch, she surrenders, offers trusts,
Master feeds her his blood, makes her his lay,
His hardness fills her and feeds his own lust.

Mariposa flexes writhing in lust,
Farfalla’s thirst fed, she wants him to play.
Borboleta thrown under his stride’s trust,
Schmetterling performs, hopes for him to stay.
Papillon soaking, in ancient home’s dust,
Butterfly in sated stupor does lay.

Mariposa in frightened stupor does lay,
Farfalla fears eternity will drive lust,
Borboleta would be alone, no play.
Schmetterling heartbroken would turn to dust,
Papillon one more bite for him to stay,
Butterfly wonders if him she can trust.

Hoping she can trust, watching where he lay,
He may use her play, play on her night’s lust,
Escape from her dust; she needs him to stay.

Féileacán VI

Mariposa cleaves to his breast that heaves,
Farfalla, thieves the last blood; his soul leaves.
Borboleta heaves, as her web she weaves,
Schmetterling leaves him, as to death he cleaves.
Papillon weaves slow, as her love he thieves,
Butterfly grieves, for his soul she grieves.

Mariposa grieves, but for Sting she grieves,
Farfalla cleaves to Man’s breast as it heaves.
Borboleta weaves, as Man’s body cleaves,
Schmetterling leaves as dead Man’s new form weaves,
Papillon heaves as Man’s soul slowly leaves,
Butterfly thieves, her love the monster thieves.

Black bat wings grim emerge, her blood he thieves,
For Man now lost and for his soul she grieves,
The monster he has become, with wrath, heaves!
Afraid of the beast, to his chest she cleaves,
Trapped, naïvely in tangled web she weaves,
Teeth tear her wings and in anger he leaves.

Wings fall, and she bleeds as her lover leaves,
Spitefully the bat demon, her freedom thieves,
Imprisoned she lays, mortified she grieves.
Agonised mounds bleed and her sly chest heaves,
Fairy, only to memory she cleaves,
Wailing her cries, her dark fate she weaves.

Mariposa, her own death shroud she weaves,
Farfalla’s thirst fed, she cries as he leaves.
Borboleta’s misplaced trust sobs and heaves,
Schmetterling lost Sting, but for Man she grieves.
Papillon; Man’s demon’s victim thieves,
Butterfly curls, knowing, to fate she cleaves.

Mariposa jumps, he returns, she cleaves,
Farfalla whispers, loving words she weaves,
Borboleta begs, he bites, her soul leaves.
Schmetterling falls as her stained blood he thieves,
Papillon cries, her wicked, marred soul grieves,
Butterfly dies, his arrogant chest heaves.

Mockingly he heaves, to his breast she cleaves,
Her evil soul leaves, his wicked plan weaves,
Her life’s blood he thieves, mortified he grieves.