Elisabeth Jason Romance

Every Woman Deserves A Knight To Herself

Poetry by E. Jason

Forever

Lo, behold the Highland Pipe
when the time for ancient magic was ripe
silent feet upon a mossy forest floor
and the stones revealed the hidden door
clad in flowing silks she swept
whilst in her wake the elements wept
for 'twas to be a fated night
eternity to ignore her desperate plight
her love awaited in the in-between
unaware of the evil that lurked unseen.
A smile caressed the corners of her lips
her fluttering heart brought a swing to her hips
and at last arrived she whispered the spell
the runes now aglow like the fires of hell
an incantation to Chronos' womb
which was to become her lonely tomb.
Encircled by a consuming mist
she would not escape death's icy fist
a step across the boundary she knew no fear
woe, jealousy's stalking she did not hear.
And without a melody the lovers danced
by the power of Venus completely entranced
they danced thus until darkness descended
between realms and time that never ended
without a word spoken they swayed beyond the portal
the forbidden love between deity and mortal
when forth sprang a shadow possessed of a blade
and spilled her life's blood upon the haunted glade.
Roaring words of hatred the shadow scorned their pain
as the immortal clutched his love now slain
and a fury of thunder from above now broke
the Lord of the Wood very lowly spoke
"Forever" as he held her form, lifeless and dead
with trembling fingers he stroked her head
one single tear, their fate now sealed
thus is what a map of ancestry revealed.

 

 

 

 

 

The Muse

She rises curvaceous with deadly might,
The merciless muse dances, fiery hair;
No tears escape crimson death by her sight.

Not a soul can from her darkness form light,
The dome of mortality slays without care.
She rises curvaceous with deadly might.

Like Thanatos fire-swept kisses take flight
To devour only, curling tendrils snare,
No tears escape crimson death by her sight.

Her terrible laughter screams doom through the night,
From tender limb to spirit she will tear,
She rises curvaceous with deadly might.

The day of last reckoning has arrived bright.
Lost forever those who ignored her black stare,
No tears escape crimson death by her sight.

For once she incarnates her terrible height
Her macabre dance in the end all must share.
She rises curvaceous with deadly might.
No tears escape crimson death by her sight.

 

 

 

 

Whisper

A dance of unrestrained power commences
the master summoning all of his senses
as he prepares to do battle and fight for his life
he remembers his children
remembers his wife
the force pulses wildly through his blood as he cries
"Tonight is the night that evil dies!".
Eyes blaze with hatred and wicked sin
as the dark one calls upon his demon kin
to destroy the master defending his clan
the master bows to the approaching man
the storm drawing ever nearer…
A breath of wind silences the forest still
as the evil one circles, ready to kill
sulfur rests upon the masters face
as the winds of destruction quicken their pace.
Sudd'st weapons of crimson and cobalt clash
with light and darkness the weapons flash
their eyes locked in a deadly stare
the titans battle, the forest not cares
as it sways with the wind to witness the fight
at the beckoning call of another night
of nightmares far beyond fear and cold
a blood red stain of the ground takes hold.
A slash comes of slashes to strike the master down
his brows drawn together in the fatal frown
as a sneer escapes the dark ones lip
the masters heart accepts the crimson tip.
He falls to his knees, his body bleeding
whilst off his power the dark one is feeding
but the storm above whispers of another plan
the boy now apprentice will soon be a man.
As death clouds over the masters eyes
he gathers his strength, and once more cries
for another to come and take his place
his pain upon his beautiful face
he lifts his blade up above his head
the evil one laughing he strikes him dead
with his edged kiss of crimson feels no regret.
And the masters spirit begins to rise
in a cobalt ribbon of immortal ice
as the weeping skies mourn at the light torn away
the forest looks on to another day. 

 

 

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