By Guessing
Date: 30 October 2000
all hallows eve
"Cup of coffee please"I quietly spoke.
Shivering still against my will.
"Are you alright sir ?"
The clearly frightened waiter replied.
After the horrors of this night ?
Am I alright ?
"Yes I'll be fine, please , coffee?"
He turned to do as I softly bid,
leaving me to my memories
of the sacrilege I have just left.
Looking now to my still bleeding fingers.
Scraped raw from scrabbling at a granite floor
in an effort to flee my creation.
From a dusty tomb I had access to a book.
Who would lend credence to those words?
Yet on half a lark I tried.
The other half, maybe not belief but... hope?
The ingredients simple.
The glyphs of warding easy to trace.
The incantation childs play.
Only the act of will...
Only that was so difficult.
Like tearing a sheet of paper with your mind.
Then came the smell of ??? cinnamon ?
Vanilla? Myrrh? Soothing ah so soothing....
Then she was just ..there.....
From the neither hells the book explained.
Hair of breathing flame, skin of molten rock
Calling to me ... calling.....
I could not understand her words.
But my body did......
Blasting hands balled in fists
slamming the granite floor for the pain !!!
To release the hold of this deamoness !!
Listening to her laugh at my shame !!!
Beauty ..Lovely...never could she be called..
Exotic !!!! Erotic !!! Bestial !!!! Crude !!!!
Breast of heaving heat !!
Loins of living fire !!
Sweat trickling down her flanks,
like trails of bleeding flame...
It was all I could do to crawl away,
like a snake, on my belly ..
"Oh my coffee ?" "Ah thank you"
She is still there...
Though the book spoke
of a way to send her back...
Am I man enough to send her back ?
Would I if I could?
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