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Little wolf dancing

Nipping, prancing

Feeling his presence

Growling in lust

Thrashing like an animal

Unleashing her fire

Shadows and shimmering slivers of moonbeams

Grazing in velvet grasses

Effortlessly running wild

Feeling liberated

Sensing the darkness

Stunned and excited

Dazed and mystified

A moment everlasting

Lingering kisses, burning souls

Stillness in the Shadows

Harmony of hearts

Beating like jungle drums

His mark upon her

His scent intoxicating

Sinking her teeth in

Drinking quelling thirst

Primal urges satisfied

Dissolving melding

Becoming one

Enraptured

Captured

Inhibitions melting away

Feeling his love

Reside in the wild

Devotions beyond compare

Happiness swirling through evening air

Sweet tree rooted strong

Flower petals spread all day long

Her nectar is his to devour

Sweet passion welcomed

Consumed in his fiery dance

Hunger satiated

Every day, each moment

Every waking hour

Howling at the moon

Lascivious views

When the clarion calls darkness rises

from the blades of grass and whispers

float on the breeze of a moon crowned in full



Maiden flesh bared in offering as a howl

rips through the air then silence as

even time freezes in fear.



Padding footfalls echo through the

tall grass fireflies dance on the

wind and a sigh escapes the maidens lips



A shadow looms from the grass

hiding the exposed flesh from the

glow of the moon and a growl emits low and husky



A scream pierces the silence as the

shadow roars to life as the night grows more fearful

of itself as the moon tries to illume the demon



A chuckle slides across the flesh

as a demon in the sheeps clothes takes the offering

given freely to it and a pact is made in blood

How you left in quiet solitude,

such thoughts of starry nights requiem.



To be tossed by a painters anger,

in colors of sanity lost.

Upon nights canvas love brushed recklessly,

for all to see.



Without rhyme or reason (as love does

portray) its scintillating beauty can just

as easily call of ill love and lovers past,

by anger in colors of sanity lost.



Such a starry night is not of tranquility,

its musical sound not all lovers can hear.



Made in painful sacrifice from one to the other,

not soul, not heart, not words spoken of.

Rather a piece of ones self,

a gentle offering of flesh and bone.



A remembrance,

given for lovers to come.

How you left in quiet solitude,

such thoughts of starry nights requiem.

Her hair shone blue-black like raven wings,

Birds in the great oak trees, cease to sing,

So they may listen to tender voice of the Queen of Butterflies.

That captures all who hear her,

Whether they are far or near.

Her soft ruby lips glistened like fresh strawberries,

As they moved gently in her ancient songs,

That makes you feel as though you belong

To the mystical forests of times long past

Causing your human heart to beat so fast.



The Queen of Butterflies renews life and all things around her,

With her gentle strength made up of earth wind and fire.

Noticing how the little forest animals around her thirst,

She will always place them above her; always first.

Leaning down upon the cold grey stone well,

She blew softly down the great darkness below,

Where the water resides; she casts a spell.

Commanding the life’s liquid to arise,

And it did, so slowly, yet surely.

Suddenly the surface of the well fills and swells,

To overflowing with the crystal liquid of life.

Her voice resonating like a magical fife*



Her majestic crimson and gold gown, flowed around her,

As she moved slowly away, allowing the animals to sip the water,

Nourishing them but the surrounding plants at the same time

Renewing life once more, causing the vines to soar and climb.

As their brown leaves turn green with renewed vitality.

The Queen of Butterflies smiles softly,

Her golden crown glittering brightly in the sun,

She looked around her others who thirsted, but there were none.



After all the forests’ animals have sipped upon the waters,

Their thirst quenched, she commanded the well’s level to lower

To its normal state beneath the cold surface of the stones.

Causing the well to shudder and groan.



With a graceful sweep of her hand,

The animals return to their part of the land

Where routine will resume,

With every tree whispering and roses abloom.

The Queen of Butterflies is of grace and beauty,

Her kindness legendary among each ancient faery,

Her voice of song,

So lovely and soft, yet strong.

You might even catch a glimpse of her,

A touch of crimson or gold,

Or even a mane of raven’s wing so bold.

Her spirit is ethereal,

Yet her protectiveness of those around her, is very real.





Note: fife written in the second paragraph means a small high-pitched flute similar to a piccolo.

The Alpha Female hunts her prey

He is not too far away from her sights...

She will conquor and she will wait...

And when he is close enough, she will take.



What she does not realize, is that he stalks the hunter as well

Not giving her any hint of his intentions.

He pretends interest in another female of inferior nature

Who offers herself to the alpha so readily

But that in which is easily attained, does not remain in favor

A true Alpha Male will only truly desire the Alpha Female..

He will desire, want, or demand no less than his equivalent

Equal strengths, passions, fire, intelligence, are what is needed to create

That a weak and strong blend can never hope to emulate.



The Alpha female waits, for she knows her worth...

Knowing the Alpha merely toys with the other female,

Who lays and spreads herself for him too easily.

A wolfish grin appears upon her beautiful face,

As she watches the Alpha's half hearted attempt to play

With the lesser female, who tries desperately to keep his interest.

The Alpha female shakes her head, for she knows no one is truly better

But only different...yet she knows her power and strengths.

She watches to see if the Alpha male will pass the test of nature....

If he chooses the easy female, he will fail.....

If he tires of her and prefers his equal,he will pass.



The Alpha female turns away into the night,

And begins to glide toward her home,

Allowing what may happen....to happen.

She only has control of her own self, for no one owns her,

As any woman with pride shall be.

And if this male she has chosen is meant to be hers..she will see.



Suddenly, standing in front of her,

Is the Alpha male, strong, dark, proud and fierce.

He swiftly pounces on her, pinning her to the cold earth

His midnight eyes staring into her emerald ones,

Before his dark head lowers towards her,and captures her lips in a fierce kiss

Her long nails run down his back, marking him as her mate

Even as his sharp fangs sink into her delicate neck in a claiming pierce.

The True Alpha Male and True Alpha Female have embraced their fate.

Is it so wrong?

Trapped in the gutters of my mind

I will make you a queen



I am here to tear you free

Brick by brick your walls will fall

Never again shall you hide away



I have a scorpion’s kiss

A numbing sting that will fill your mind

Melting the ice that surrounds you



Just one taste will end your pain

A silent death to all you fear

A new life awaits you beyond the night



My warmth will run through your veins

Cascading down the length of your spine

Touching places too long forgotten



Your head will spin as you feel me within

My sting brings with it such prodigious pains

Gliding repeatedly into your flesh



Your body will burn from my fiery touch

Sweating from flames you once denied

Now it is too late to run away



You must let go of what once was

Let me ruin the world you knew

Close your eyes and exhale your life

Please don’t cry my child

Those people are gone

They had to leave us here

They have been called beyond

You may still be too young

To fully understand

So much happened that day

I’ll explain what I can

The world stopped moving

As we all held our breath

All the fires and the pain

All the dust and the death

Our eyes would not close

Though we wished not to see

Our hearts seemed to falter

Watching such misery

Our voices fell silent

Our hearts began to scream

There seemed no tomorrow

From this horrific dream

Yet through all of the shock

A few took up the call

They went into danger

And gave more than their all

They tried to save the world

Yet some did not come back

They gave to us some hope

Some strength from the attack

We call them all heroes

Yet they are something more

They were average people

Like the family next door

They were never perfect

But when disaster came

They all became angels

Leaving only their names

Now I cannot tell you

Why this all had to be

Some things do not make sense

Life is a mystery

Many people have asked why

Many more asked by whom

Who could have done this?

And now what do we do

Our world was changing

We felt it in the air

We were all affected

Though most of us weren’t there

Some became too angry

While others were too scared

Everyone was amazed

We were so unprepared

In a quest for vengeance

We are missing the clue

If we are to stop this

We have to start with you

We have to teach you love

To respect others’ views

To learn some forgiveness

More than we ever knew

We have to show that strength

Doesn’t come in a gun

And that nothing is gained

When the fighting is done

If you learn nothing else

Learn what it is that makes

Heroes out of victims

Triumph within mistakes

I’m telling you this now

To help you get ahead

I hope you have the heart

To learn from what I’ve said

Now I have reached the end

This is all I can say

Still it will not bring back

All those who went away

Yet within this darkness

There is light that still stands

It’s shining in your eyes

Unmarred by life’s demands

I say to you hold strong

Try to keep your heart true

Dry your eyes my child

Our future starts with you

I saw the devil; she was looking at me,

The room was playing, no one was free,

She slid on over, evil smile upon her face,

Said, come here boy, going to take you to this place,

The air was filled, with cries and screams,

My mind was filled, with desire and dreams,

She had a kiss of leather, that drove me insane,

Tied to a tree, giving me pain, pleasure, pain,

I went into orbit, I couldn’t stay here,

Then she leaned forward, and whispered in my ear.



Do you want to dance boy?

In the pale moon light?

Do you want to dance boy?

In the shadows of night?

Do you want to dance boy?

Do you feel that need?

Do you want to dance boy,

I could make you bleed.



Mind in a turmoil, body taking its toll,

Offered her my heart, she took my soul,

Leather whip, flogger, crop and cane

Sends me reeling, as she gives the pain,

So here I am, tied up in this place,

Body burning, as I drift into space,

She captures me, with the kiss of leather,

She has control, she has the measure,

She’s taken my manhood, and given me desire,

A smile upon her face, and eyes full of fire,



Do you want to dance boy?

In pale moon light?

Do you want to dance boy?

In the shadows of night?

Do you want to dance boy?

Do you feel that need?

Do you want to dance boy,

I could make you bleed.



No rhyme nor reason, no consequence to time,

She pulls, she pushes, my limits so fine,

No focus to life and it turns into a dream,

Of pain and pleasure, of moans and screams,

The devil laughs, pure evil in her voice,

Plays with her toys, leaving me no choice,

I drift away, on the tide of the hour,

My body’s not mine, for she holds the power,

She makes me rock, makes my body quiver,

She asks in a voice, that makes my soul shiver,



Do you want to dance boy?

In pale moon light?

Do you want to dance boy?

In the shadows of night?

Do you want to dance boy?

Do you feel that need?

Do you want to dance boy,

I could make you bleed.



I have surrendered; she’s in total control,

She has my heart, mind, body and soul,

At her feet, looking into the eyes I adore,

I am her slave, pet, slut and whore,

I long for a smile, to appear upon her face,

Or a stern word, to put me in my place,

Collar and chains, manacles and rope,

She is my salvation, she is my hope,

I close my eyes, waiting in excited fear,

For her grab me, say what I’m longing to hear,



Do you want to dance boy?

In pale moon light?

Do you want to dance boy?

In the shadows of night?

Do you want to dance boy?

Do you feel that need?

Do you want to dance boy,

I’ll make you bleed.

Submission is dreaming,

Dominance soars,

And moments silently fade,

While the dragon within roars,

A strange feeling of power,

Letting the inner fires burn,

The quietness of reflection,

For all that is yearned,

Time is important,

Bowed heads to its gravity,

While the explorer searches,

The depths of depravity,



Dominance steps too close to the edge,

Feeling submission calling,

Then descends in a state of grace,

Into the realm of the fallen,



Silence deafens as thunder,

Body trembling, power infused,

Dominance stands on trial,

As judge, jury and accused,

Taking the unbridled pathway,

To the point of no return,

Following every perversion,

And for our sins will we burn?

The screams and moans are echoes,

A tribute to diversity,

A monument to Dominance,

And all it’s perversity.



Dominance steps too close to the edge,

Feeling submission calling,

Then descends in a state of grace,

Into the realm of the fallen,



Holding on by fingertips,

To this myth called humanity,

Lost inside the control,

On the wild side of insanity,

Trying to stem the tide,

As the storm proceeds the calm,

The one clear thought in mind,

To keep her from all harm,

Sitting here in silence,

Infused with the power of the deities,

Pondering Dominance and submission,

And all its frailties,



Dominance steps too close to the edge,

Feeling submission calling,

Then descends in a state of grace,

Into the realm of the fallen,



The silence continues for eons,

Calling back the mind that travels,

A shivering body wrapped in an embrace,

While reality unravels,

The feeling of love that lingers,

The sadness of the emotion,

The savouring of these feelings,

Lost in our own devotion,

In the aftermath of the tempest,

In the imagination that roamed,

The sweet smile of contentment,

For submission that has found its home,



Dominance steps too close to the edge,

Feeling submission calling,

Then descends in a state of grace,

Into the realm of the fallen.