Life is lived in A Gossamer Spider's Web
Fate to seal thy doom.
I'm still here
I haven't been writing for Hub Pages for quite some time now, in fact, I haven't been writing at all and I wish I could say that my demise is any sweeter. The fact is that I am still in a dark place, fighting with my demons. I wrote this poem a few days ago and I am posting it for your truthful review. I like it, but even for me, it is even darker than usual. I am still trying to come to terms with things in my past, far past and most recent past, so I hope those of you who know me well will understand some of it. How are you all my hub buddies, I still think about you all?Take good care of yourselves. Nette xxx
In a Gossamer Web.
In a gossamer spider’s web I leave my heart suspended
my cotton bud tears fall heavily towards unhallowed land
In your blustery carefree day, you stop and laugh at my pain
I glances sideward’s with a smirk and you travel on your way again
Black lace holds no scintillation, not even for an hour
My muse in sensuous mode, entwines my lovers desire
My appetite is on fire with no notion to halt the quest, as
fathom eyes black as night and cold, would break the hidden depths
Red satin in the candle light, rapturous eyes hold my gaze
For all the pain doth rise to reach the risqué time again
Your touch shivers away from a devils coil, to seek the black heart beyond
As this temptress holds thoughts of red and gold and smiles a sultry song
My muse is wild, abandoned, writhing within the cold flames
Just as passion in the night is covered in blankets and restraints
This evil soul should dance with the wind to mesmerise your heart
For the shadow in the gable knows I am biding my time to depart
This tantric beauty turns good men bad, searching for their souls
And stops not once to see their fate, as hells door shuts quietly closed
An angel she once was, now consumes your soul with passion
If you stand too close beware, I laugh deliciously, and revel in your obsession
The cloak of mist is first to succumb to disrepute in the cold dark night
This bitch with evil red eyes hovers above your blood red lips, smiling with delight
And still the tears cold as ice, scorns her lovers’ heart, now exposed
For without reasonable doubt this temptress conquers lives and spits upon your soul
In the darkness to come I hear you scream unrelenting for release
But this witch your manhood created is too far out of reach
You buried me in cold damp clay, left me with no smile
But now I laugh the most evil laugh and you I once more desire.
With venomous tongue I taste your fear, you are left screaming with delight
Before the close of day you will wish again for light
Because in your dreams your visions are so disturbed
As my gentle gaily laughter chases your every spoken word
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