Madgyn

I: The Kiss of the Winter Witch

Prelude:

Dreaming too near the edge of the world...

Closing her childish wish-books
when the devils begin to play--
obdurate cruelties
of a restless heart

Like a curse that may again
put me to wonder
of the soul’s desire
for this world

And so to travel into
and through, those myriad
self-images and
one more loveless seasonal
a mask of change of somewhen
where a smile comes like twilight

I had left her there,
abandon to dreaming
underneath a bodily moon
of such simple tides;
waxing and wanning
nearer and, again, far away,
her body some another
carnal instrument,
overcome by frenzy
of those darkly fantastique
dreams and what other abominations
become lovers in her dreams

Dreaming too near the edge of the world...

The glisten rose. as the body
acts without conscience, flood
o'er with fevers and frights
that clench her heart
in an angelic fist of judgment

Her breasts heaved and rose
as she could feel another birth pang
a painful blossom of death
torn and swollen open inside,
her hands clawed against the
damp and hot crumpled sheets
of an infernal bed

For there could be no goodness
that would ever want her, covering
herself over in a black-bile stench, as if
to hide her own scent in the world's filth

Manny Stillwinds held her tightly,
assured that it could be nothing more
than another one of her bad dreams.
It wasn't long until she went still,
collapsing in to his arms

... When he woke few hours later,
she was cold.

Peace,
Po