Cruel Embrace

Kerry Valkyrie Baldock Kelly

Rose from deep sleep by the sounds of a crackling log fire,
Captive in a medieval castle lodged between loney, forested, mountains,
Sunset and dusk streaming through the high window,
A prisoner tenderly kept, washed and dressed in soft pearl linens,
Oak posts surround the gargantuan bed draped with thick, pure nets.

Echoes of nightmarish wolves shrieking in the distance terrify my ears,
A crimson mat lays on the heavy wooden floor, candles glint over the hearth,
Shadows stretch above me and disappear, fading into the night,
I am fatigued, unable to move, held by lustful mesmerisation,
Fear flows through my filial veins, You must smell the blood.

Resounding ringing of footsteps roar outside the door, bold, menacing,
The key turns with a vociferous clang and casually the door swings open,
I am stupified by your chilling stature, tall, black clad, ivory skin and ebony hair,
Attracted by beauty, repelled by the demon inside, wanting you, wary of you,
Gradually you approach, a lion frightened of alarming the deer, gradually.

Struggling against the power of your ancient, wise mind I implore myself to leave,
Will myself to run, urge myself to fight, I am tempted to touch you, 
Want you to touch me, You sit lightly besides me, fingernails stroke my face,
Carress my golden locks, rub my face, fondling my limp arms, our eyes locked,
You lean in, I know that your kiss means death or eternal purgatory, I resist.

Again you embrace me, tenderly petting me adoringly, lovingly, passionately,
Our lips meet, your spirit promises ardent devotion, devotion in exchange for my soul,
Furied affectionate rage fills you, Your eyes darken, fear and sensuality enshrouds me,
My hair is combed by your talons from my neck, tears leak in anticipation, 
Your wolf like teeth plunge into my throat, the pain burns, you will it away, the fear burns,
I am yours forever.