Fires of hell in the depths of black eternity.


Fires of hell whisper
my name in tranquil
heavens warmth caresses
my soul in fierce
The shadows
grasp at my sole
black eternity licking
my existence.
As I dance in a field
of reality, energised
by dusks promise
of tomorrows delight.

Karen Hayward ©2017

Image and words


The primal scream 

that shatters the 

boundaries of existence, 

whispered need 

caressing sun kissed skin, 

desire igniting, 

lost in a spell of 

forbidden passion

that disperses effortlessly. 

I submit. 

Let the devil’s lust

burn in my veins as

desire becomes me until 

I am lost to the dark skies 

of night.
Karen Hayward ©2016