Kiss of The Black Rose

Through the darkened manse I loped
Sensing destiny
A promise of futures past
I could smell the bile of millennia
Decadent and revered
The taste of flesh aroused me
As I sniffed it in the dank air
Others had passed already
Manic it seemed
Well
That is my world
So no fear tinged my view
Scattered remnants
Memories of those gone before
The relics of the oracle evident
I approached the table
Whereon were roses
Pitch in hue
I noted one had gone
Sensed the lingering hormones of yearning
Stronger though
Was the blood
As I reached for a rose that bled
A vision swam within my mind
Sister
Baring her barbed love
Ravaging my form
A flash
In my hand now
The rose pulsed
It's thorns barbs in my palm
My flesh became waxen
I saw the mark
An imprint on my flesh
It was my face
Peering through the bloody torso
Another flash
Sister again
Bloodied
Eyes wide in terror
Me
With bloodied knee
Bleeding hands
All goes black
In the dim light
I see a girl
Innocence stolen
She seeks
And it seems she finds
For as the lights come up
It is my Amaranthine Fetish in my hand
Her hands no longer bathed in another's blood
The fears we share
Now known
She has cleansed me of sister
Whilst I absolve the blood of an innocent
Her eyes bleed red in the pale light
Her chitin claws caress my cheek
The needle spikes of my beard
Pierce the flesh of her palm
As she cups my chin in her hand
Gently she bites down on my lip
Letting the blood that seeps
Drip upon the rose
Now vibrant
Red

© 2005, Mosquitobyte