So I am glad you didn't laugh haha!) I am not sure if it merits a mature tag but played it safe anyways. I was much more lenient with the rhyme on this one, still I hope you guys enjoy. :)Follows A Smoldering iniquity
The Queen's Pet
Your voice whispers to me, on the ever pleasant breeze.
From underneath the great oak, I see you nearing.
Rolling hills, a field decorated with flowers...
A somber regret showcases in the clearing,
Traveling on a fragrant breeze that's grown sour.
You speak words bitter and cold - a repeated conversation.
Pale hands wrap around my throat, your words continue.
A mental scathe, an unseen ache claws within anew.
Gnaws the chest until it bleeds a wicked red,
That seethes and breathes a rapturous despair for you.
A world of shame, this dreaming garden that remains,
Even as its blades of green are stained crimson.
Always vibrant - never sharing its dark secrets,
The howl of a mournful song calls to those who will listen-
Ensnaring those into a waltz of false innocence.
A whisper is costly - it cannot be unheard,
A whisper by you, ended everything I knew.
How far does eternity stretch, I cannot fathom.
Cursed eternal life, a forever with you.
Will I lose what little hope I have in this dark Kingdom?
Forever a 'Pet', a victim of your garden?
Your hands release me, I sputter and choke
On the air that carries your sins and despair.
How far shall this dialogue mar and scar,
Until I lose any thought and respond to your dares?
Will time eventually blacken my heart?
Your lips find my ear, a scathing seduction,
How far do your desires travel this evening?
A waning sun in the painted dusk,
Your hands are gentle, so deceiving.
A full moon rises, no noises - hush.
Unintentionally, a sigh escapes me.
A dagger quip steadies itself as your anger grows,
An action that is chilling and scathes the soul with unease.
Forced to my knees, your words poisoning slow,
The night blankets in a painful tease...
Words carry keen, my punishment known,
Your laughter lulls quietly amongst the chill that grows...
My senses sharpen, your pleasures your own-
The morning shall glisten over naked limbs,
My blood paints your garden a vibrant rue,
Of deep dark reds and my tears of grief
And in your delight, it recites in glee,
A damning whisper on the pleasant breeze.
