The Arts of the Silvery Red & Other Poems

The Arts of the Silvery Red

"The Arts of the Silvery Red"

I was once afraid of the blade,

& the demon that shines within the sliver.

He always begs to see the red,

& wants to feel my tender skin.

I always refused his little offer.

Afraid of the pain that I might endure.

He constantly beckons for me to join,

The arts of the silvery red.

I shove him away & simply ignore.

He comes back of course,

To ask if I want to join.

Again I would simply refuse & just ignore.

Till one day I was alone,

With tears streaming down my face.

Silently screaming into the depths of darkness.

The demon of the blade,

Comfortly smiles with a glimmering shine.

& once again he asked for me to join,

The arts of the silvery red.

Without hesitation or a second thought,

I simply agreed to his little offer.

I let him feel my tender skin,

& let him see the flow of red.

He was slow & very steady.

He did not rush & took his time.

Leaving small little marks behind.

He calmed me down,

& the tears have stopped.

I felt nothing but simple relief.

Though this was my first,

To use the arts of the silvery red.

I'm not quiet certain,

If I dare try again.

Though I know,

He will beckon me to join once again.