flower
By stupra
In darkness so seductive he shuns the light, even the idea Pale skin gleaming in the somber glow of the delicate moonlight Icy-smooth, deliciously refreshed and recharged Blackening of the soul: irresistible to the child who knows no limits Ignorance of innocence while the blessed sovereignty of a hollow Queen and a faded King of forbidden dreamscapes falters, quivers and shivers in the hot glare of the Sun of god Lusting after madness the boy loses his grip on the rail and plunges (gracefully) headfirst down the forbidden stairs Giggles echo in the silent night He looks up into the light from whence he came "Goodnight, Father," he says cheerfully, "I'm glad we never met." His eyes well up with tears at the sight of the world- his world- emerging from the shadows of his mind Blood drips from his palms onto the moist earth beneath him A flower springs forth from the consecrated ground and in a low whisper chants, "Behold- the Prince..." "Behold- the Prince of..." Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 05:56 AM PST 0 • 10
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"In darkness so seductive..."