Non-Erotic PoetryMy Changelingtween the winter and the spring
on a bed of piny needles
while the owls and eagles sing
I will suckle you at dawning
fill you full of my desires
we will dance sky clad at midnight
'round the roaring Beltane fires!
I'll keep you as my familiar
teach you ancient secret things
You will guard me and anoint me
You will be my pulse, my wings
You were conjured of my essence
Theres no life in you but mine
I created you my soulmate
your existence my design
And when time is finished with me
you will lie down by my side
I will slay you with my dagger
in your blood I will reside.
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