Originally posted 2008-11-11
And the Wish was made Flesh
She’s cold like winter’s touch
pieces of glass that won’t break
but cut you to ribbons if you hold her too tight.
Fist your hand and demand that she stays,
she’ll laugh in your face.
And fly off on her own.
Riches and silk, jewels and men.
Never again the prison of old bed linens
dirty bodies and no choices to spare.
Now she’s got the world kneeling at her feet
it just doesn’t know until she comes calling.
Beg and crawl.
Kiss her satin slippers.
Cling to her petticoats.
You’re nothing but circus animals for her.
Perform and she might spare you,
for another minute or so.
Perhaps even an hour,
before you have
her teeth in your skin
your life swallowed down her throat.
She’s a beauty and terror,
blood down her gullet and a smile on her face.
Lips like rubies as they whisper your death
licks your sweat and taste your fear.
Nothing’s sweet but life drained,
power of life and death.
Her life now like the old dreams in darkness,
tired body on bloodstained sheets
Wrath as cold as the grave
and joy for men begging for their lives.
Nobility dirtied,
their white hands sullied-
puppets begging to dance on her string.
Looking to find her an angel
to be made worthy of her promises.
Angelus prayer
V- The Angel of the Lord declared unto Mary.
R- And she conceived of the Holy Spirit.
(Hail Mary….)V- Behold the handmaid of the Lord.
R- Be it done unto me according to thy word.
(Hail Mary….)V- And the Word was made Flesh.
R- And dwelt among us.
(Hail Mary….)V- Pray for us, O Holy Mother of God.
R- That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.
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