Crimson Bride

The sword lay over her,
a slashed chest she wears.
Don’t mock her,
Crimson bride, her sin.

He,
left her remains,
waiting.

The sword binds her,
her gashed wounds breathe;
living, sleeping -never weeping.
Crimson floods overflows her skin.

He,
hunches over her remains,
remembering.

The sword glistens,
bright.
Her bound laced hands fight.
Crimson dried, her eyes alight.

He,
steps away -her remains,
wanting.

The sword edges, slicing her ties
A smile creeps up to her eyes,
Crimson wraps into her sides.

He,
Clutches his heart -her remains
Hoping.

The sword dances in her hand,
a death defying gauntlet
planned.
Crimson riot feeds her man.

He,
white, poise held; her remains
Taunting.

The sword inches up to his throat
A slice slithers past his veins
Hurt, he’s not
Crimson creeps into his chest.

She,
Bites softly -his remains
Relishing.

Image sourced from: http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/36/e5/36e56f8bfa6f4ec23d0e4dbf05e9836b_m.jpg

~ Copyright ©yikici. 2013


Trying something, hoping it’s made some sense (it does in my head, but not sure about you). So, yeah, I’d be interested to know.

*Image sourced from: Visualize.us.

 

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