Ancient whisper, guardian protection,
great wings descend as shadows dance from sight.
Past whispers scrawled upon these walls of history
eternal print of crystallized desire
that hollows in the twilight hour
as my skin yearns once again for your touch.
Selene sings a delicate lullaby
of our passion
upon silver cascades of beauty
that spill upon the earth searching
for the tenderness of your lips.
Helios roars fierce
lust into the ethereal
fueling primal source of need within.
Flames caressing my souls silhouette
as warmth dances through me.
Alas, the great gargoyle prepares
to swallow as darkness swarms from
between the crumbling walls, decaying
falsities, rotting flesh. The underworld
growls searching for the light…
and I am weak and alone in this fight.
Karen Hayward ©2016 (Words)
Image courtesy of the wonderful Katherine Hornby 🙂