Drum Song

In the dark
   the drum beats time
while soul-fires blaze
   and set the night aflame

whirl in the dancing
   dream time
un-fettered

dance the night
   fearless
and wild

feral
   with breath
bated
   howl down the moon

and tear with fangs
   the chains of time.

Un-Masked

Let the mask fall
   flood me with all the darkness
of your hidden soul

Rend my flesh
   with the claws of your fears
and deep desires

From my darkness
   I will meet you in the flames
of painful pleasure

Teeth bared
  moans like screams
claw the night

As we rip away the layers
   that hide us
and lie naked in the storm.

The Dance of Darkness

Bring your darkness
    Bring the demons of your soul
Bring your desires
    Bring the fires of your heart

My darkness waits
    A raging beast caged
Within the confines of my soul
   
Break the cage
    the fetters that bind
And let my darkness feed
    on yours
As your demons claw
    and rend

With bared teeth
    and feral roar
Let the flames burn
    our fetters

And the blood
   of a thousand wounds
Stain the deep-most
   reaches of our hearts

Burn with me
    Rend with me
         Bleed with me
              Die with me

Lie with me in tatters
    that heal my wounds
        and feed my soul
             in blood.

Dark Nets

The Dark has many nets
    to snare the unwary mind
        and draw it deeply down
             where Demons feed
                   and nightmares roost

A single mis-step
     and balance,
          so dearly bought
               in hard-won battles,
                      is lost

Sliding down
      the knife edge
            of memories
                  cuts deep the soul
                        and only
                              bleeding tatters
                                       remain

Beyond a Filtered Eye

In a filtered world
   what you see
        is not what is

Behind the clear eye
    fires rage
       and soot-cloaked soul
             drowns in the ashes
                   of self-immolation

Knife on flesh
     draws out pain
           in blood
                masking deeper hurt
                       of thought claws
                              rending heart

Shaken by storm-winds
       of self-destruction
              she lies tattered
                    praying for the sun.

Demon Play

With Teeth Bared
    and Eyes of Fire
My Demons Rend
    the night-dark of my heart

and Tear Bloodied
     Tatters of Will
Shredding a facade
     of Domesticity

My Throat Bared
    I Howl at the Night
Wrapped in Raven's Wings
    of Solid Flame

I Breathe the Beat
     of a thousand hearts
and Eat my Soul

Waiting Shades

In the shadow'd corner
    of a mind's eye
there hides a darkness
    the eye tries
not to see
   by planting images
of light
   and bright flower'd
faerie gardens.

Yet in each shadow
   cast by light
dark shade waits
   and whispers
songs of pain
   and dark seduction

And the mind's eye
  slips
     ensnared
drawn deeply
  into dark
where shadows cling
   and feast.

Soul-mate

the measurement of a soul's mate
is not weighted in packaged words
or monied trinkets
nor in measured practiced looks

but in the heart's song,
the whispered non-sense of bodies-touch
that touch beyond body;
in eyes that see soul-deep
and gift the self unknown

the measurement of a soul's mate
is beyond measure, and beat, and time
it dances to music of the stars
and encompasses worlds in a single touch
  

Winter

Like a droplet of Spring's heart-blood
       on the pale innocence of a Winter's landscape.
             The cardinal sits.
Writing the promise of our renewal
       on the blank canvas of new-fallen snow.

             As we sit...
                         waiting