Scene Two: Dance of Death
Sombre Samba (Dyer-Bolique)
Rapturous bodies heave in the lust urgency of becoming one.
We were willing witnesses to the scene and grotesque masquerade,
The vision of our new unity brought to life, as life was undone.
Phantoms of the rapacious demise before our collective consciousnesses' displayed.
Satisfaction retreats in the wake of our transient beings,
New flesh to be extracted to satiate the ever-growing desires,
The next whirl of the massacred lechery also must be found and unwilling.
One pirouette at this new camaraderie stoking my own fires.
The wheel shall ever turn in favor of the choice of execution,
'You, my salacious Valkyrie shall bequeath our next target,
Your choice should be ever just in favor of the unjust expiration,
A heightened challenge to challenge our venery and testing subject.'
A new laceration in dance begins,
She will choose,
Blood driven step.
Woeful Waltz (Valkyrie)
As the sheets dampen beneath our salacious accord, you make your request,
Queen of the predators to choose the king's deserving prey.
As our bodies merge once more, minds spinning in destruction's lust,
Queen of the predators contemplates her offering.
Thoughts of our fury drive fury on,
Heated in dominance's turn,
Desperately needed,
Wanton, sated.
Pas de chat.
'The wheel shall turn against the exquisite choreographer, Jean-Pierre.
My salacious Dyer-Bolique, he is a cruel ballet master,
His choice; to use the casting couch for his own performance,
A heightened challenge to perform the arabesque, thereafter rejected.
Thoughts of the ballet master's cruelty drive on,
Heated by his heartless, fickle adagio,
Desperately, deceitfully taking,
Wanton, capricious.
Changements.
'Flexible in his gait and movement, let us test his suppleness,
Twist and bend each limb, in preparation for a celebratory meal,
A date to exceed all others in its culinary wisdom and technique,
A veritable rond de jambon.'
A new laceration in the ballet begins,
He will accept my choice,
Blood driven pirouette.
A Ravenous Rond de Jambe (Dyer-Bolique)
Our collective conscious sweetly plagued in agreement,
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The Thorn and His Rose: An Immortalis Chapbook
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