Vengeance by Moonlight

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Velvet night embraces the illuminating moon as it’s glow caresses me
bound in leather I lay on the crystal sand., only the surf’s lullaby to comfort me
Hands and feet long ago went numb, my body nearly broken but the spirit remains
The fire of my soul burns brighter than any mortal known flame
Brighter than the bon fire that casts its wicked glare into my sensitive eyes
More fiery yet than that of the sun, which awaits me should I not surrender


My once lush lips are now parched and craving some bit of moisture
Even that from the sea would revive me , salty and cleansing I crave its taste
I imagine the emerald water sweeping over me and taking me away
He that wishes to be my master chooses with care the instruments of my demise
Standing near the fire he leers at me with confidence and desire
I have been subjected to his lash many times this eve
Even the winds lingering dance across my skin causes agony hard to endure


Once again he approaches, his tongue is that of a viper’s swift and poisonous
He is sure of his dominance, every move is made with cat-like grace
He taunts me with his liquid voice, whispering promises of reward
I struggle against my fetters, watching the metal ring slip a bit
Never yielding to me my freedom, remaining secure to the wooden stake it tops


My back arches as again he strikes repeatedly hard and true
I gasp and gulp back the screams as I see the anticipation on his face
No satisfaction will I give to him, nothing will I offer
All that he receives this night will be of his own taking
He fastens my shackles even tighter still taunting me with his words
The metal pole on which I am bound presses cold against my bones
I attempt to pull away to no avail as he watches laughs


The early morning ushers in hues of pastel sky like an artists palette
filled with colors colliding together in unplanned harmony
The wind takes it’s leave carrying away the last of the burnt wood scent
And I lay alone shivering and cold as he watches from a dune while the sun rises
Exhaustion takes its toll and I give myself to Lord Morpheus for a short while
Let my captor make his plans for the coming day I have no fear of him
A demoness he has captured, my talons will he know as I rip free from his prison
And take him back to hell with me to serve at my feet

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