Her ageless venomous essence writhes in exquisite ecstasy,
bathing in the shear and unbridled terror of pure blackness,
eagerly immersed in the stench of her claret lair
reeking with vomit scented phobias,
where she imprisons the hellish mutants of spirits
on the dark magenta planet that is her home.
Never content to mutilate the minions of galaxies she has spawned,
driven by a gluttonous addiction
does she soar by her predator desires on a thread of silvery light
ever searching new wombs to produce her idea of reality.
Coming to this mortal coil eons ago and mating with a green reptilian beast
until her evil powers could give birth
unto a vile and hideous creation,
making sure she had twins, a boy and girl,
so they could continue to populate this world.
Hoping mankind would be so ideal and display her special talents,
raging over how they still had some noble qualities.
Returning to visit their descendents
as playthings and sacrifices,
seducing and inspiring all the beautiful insanity that she can infect,
making lovers out of both genders and impregnated with her lusts,
how her passion burns to see them
all become carnivores and psychotics.
Slowly and methodically prowling
for new prey in each generation,
letting her cold and cadaverous ashen flesh
take a voluptuous shape,
selecting her latest toys with the greatest of care for their potential.
Leaving behind a human who quickly deforms
into a raging and manically brain able to gorge on thrills
from causing panic and inflicting pain at will,
who quickly develops an appetite for the pleasure of the forbidden.
Taking pride when the children become so cruel,
happiest when she has caressed and sway with devotion
so they walk the earth as hunters and cannibals of innocence.
Creamy thighs she offers to bring her new conquest into her special pit,
a place they will be stripped of any morals or inhibitions,
being an alabaster chamber where minds loses control,
stroking them so deeply with the touch that burns away any conscience.
Once they have spread her gospel of murderous joy
and die under the spell of her enchantment
they are sucked into her own realm’s bowels forever.
But they are the fortune,
because she thrives on their continued feasts of hate,
with the ones who tried to be good,
being trapped as their source of torture.
What nightmare comes to those
spending forever being exposed to constant screams
by the very minds they said where criminals
Meanwhile, life’s maternal creator,
howls over the grotesque scene,
Mother Earth being someone much different
than any could have imagined.
A contest entry
- Something With The Heart Of Midnight... by azlyn.
679 points, ended March 2, 2009, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Darkly delicious...deeply enticing words. Thank you so very much for this entry!
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aw wow this is deep and
your imagery and depth throughout is so powerful good luck in the contest 
maralisa
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Wow is right This is a real jaw dropper! Amazing visuals in this. You have certainly put so much work into this.
So wonderfully macabre!
I don't think you need any luck with this masterpiece, but best wishes anyway!
Gaylene
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Wow! This was Completely -WOW!
This was Completely Jaw Dropping!
Mastery of both words and vision ...excellent! Thank you for writing and Posting.
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