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Poetry and Writings

DARK MARE


( tidbit poetry about the villian-ness antihero of book 2 myrkfog... thought i would throw that out there smile! its the mood i am in to write some... =) )

DARK MARE

S.JENSEN © 2017

THE UNICORN’S LAST

LOVER

SHE AWAKENS

& TURNED

OH TO THE

CRAVING SMELL

OH THE NEED

FOR STRENGTH

TO SURVIVE

SHE MUST FEED

SHE SUDDENLY WAS

AWARE OF

THE THIRST RAGING

SHE HAD SPENT

A CENTURY

SUPPRESSING THIS

ASPECT

OF HER ETERNAL

EXISTENCE

AND NOW

FEELING HIS

HEARTBEAT

THE BLOOD POUNDING

IN HIS HEART

HER NAILS DUG IN

THE BEATEN MAN

WAS BLEEDING

AS THE FIGHT

LEFT HIM

HER LOVE

NOW SHOWS

FROM THE WATERFALL

AS THE NEED

WAS IN HER THROAT

HER HEART

HER STOMACH

AND HER LOINS

LIKE A RAVAGED BEAST

SHE FELL UPON

THIS MAN

THE BLOOD AS

SHE RIPPED

INTO HIS SKIN

ICED COLD

BY THE WATER

GUSHED INTO

HER MOUTH

SHE SWALLOWED

GREEDILY

AT THE IN FORCED

AWAKENING

THIS HAD NO LOVE

JUST PURE PREY

SHE DRANK

SUCKING

THE WOUNDS DRY

SHE FELT HIM

SHRINKING

INSIDE HER

SNIFFED HIS PASSIONS

AS THE EXTINGUISHED

LIGHT OF HIS SOUL

WENT OUT

SWALLOWING

EVERY DROP

WHOLE AND COMPLETELY

AS THE HEARTBEAT

SLOWED

TO A HALT

HER SENSES

RETURNING

AS SHE SAW

HER LOVER THERE

NEXT TO THE MARE

THE UNICORN’S AMBER

EYES FUSED

AND FIXED UPON HER

PREY

SHE WADED ASHORE

AND WALKED UP

TO THE UNICORN

RESTING HER HEAD

UPON ITS NECK

FEELING THE FUR

AGAINST HER

CHEEK

AS THE RED RAGE

BEGIN TO PASS

FROM HER LIKE

A CLOUD

HER LOVER SHIVERING

FROM THE WATER

THIS IS WHAT

HUNTERS

ARE FOR

THEY KILL THINGS

SO HMM!

TO THOSE THINGS

THAT HAVE

OUT LIVED THEIR TIME

AND HAVE GONE

BEYOND

THEIR GLORY

SHE CALLS TO HER

LOVER

GO BACK INTO

THE WILD

LIKE THE SYLVANA

LET THE FOREST

CLAIM ITS OWN

AND I SHALL

JOIN YOU

IN THIS FOR AWHILE

BECAUSE

AGAIN

I AM A WILD THING

TOO

REACHING UP

KISSING HER

AS SHE FELT THE THRILL

COURSE THROUGH

THEN SHE WEEPED

AS SHE WALKED OUT

OF THE SIGHT

TAKING ONE

LAST LOOK

AT THE MARE

TOSSING THE

SILVERED HORN

AS IT STUNG

HER FLESH

INTO THE STREAM

IT SPARKLED

THERE

WITH THE CURRENT

FLOWING OVER

IT

THE OVERWHELMING

LOSS CROSSES

HER MIND

BUT THE PROPHESY

RINGING TRUE

ONE COME HOME

AND ONLY ONE

ALONE.

TO CONSUME ALL

IN HER PATH

TIL NONE ARE

NO MORE…

THE THIRST

RISES AND WANES

WAXING WITH

THE MOON

TIL SHE FINDS

THAT SOUL

THAT BECKONS HER

TO BE UNDONE

… OH WHERE

IS THE ONE

THAT CLAIMS

THE LAW OF ANU

OVERWHELMING

SMELL

GUIDES HER TO FIND

AS SHE WALKS

THE EARTH

MOVES WITH HER

SHIFTING AND

WRITHING

WORMS,

BUGS,

INSECTS,

ALL OF THE GROUNDS

CREEPY

CRAWLIES

FOLLOW WITH

THE SCENT

OF DEATH…


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