Fevered Spirits

Deep at night I lie in dread,
Cloaked in dreamtime shroud.
Fervent visions fill my head,
I stir and moan aloud.
Burning passion fills my heart
With fever's molten flood.
I dream of he who quenches smart
With tears of precious blood.

Senses spinning, reason flawed,
My soul begins to blaze,
And spawns a mystic darkling lord
Who meets my yearning gaze.
Shadowform of mystery
Merging with the night,
Creature of insanity
Dark enemy of light.

Liquid stream of desire
Moonmad hunger rise,
Reflections of a starlit fire
Glinting in dark eyes.
He lifts the veil and finds his prey,
This hunter of the good.
He deifies the death of day,
His home is Nightmare Wood.

Recognition dawning
In confusion's cave,
Through the fogs of mourning
I see beyond the grave.
Though I struggle to resist
All sanctuary has fled,
And rising in a cloud of mist
My spirit leaves the bed.

Elements amalgamate
In the realm of hell,
A pit of flames and pain innate
Where nightmare creatures dwell.
As Inferno's flaming pyre
Illuminates the deed,
Two figures dance in timeless fire
Immersed in mutual need.
Werecat

Full moon rising, I strain my ears to hear
Sounds that feed the growing hunger of my fear.
Imagination building pictures in my head,
Emotions spiraling to hidden depths of dread.
Through dark shadows, eyes that seek to see
Signs of legend's mystic entity.

Emerging from the dreamtime canopy
An awesome figure, challenging my sanity.
Prowling softly on his catlike feet,
Split eyes glowing with a violet heat.
Night light shining in a sky black mist
Emits a call I am unable to resist.

Feelings deep within begin to take control,
A dormant essence of my hidden soul.
My footsteps drag me from my sanctuary
To cross the borders of banality
Into the domain of his feral lair.
I tremble at the danger in the air.

Our figures meet, your presence takes command,
As silky fingers circumfuse my hand.
I hear my heartbeat thundering in my ears
At culmination of a lifetime's fears.
My body feels as though on fire
Filled to eruption with a strange desire.

Your lips meet mine and I am lost – my inhibitions flown
No turning back – no backing down – the seeds of passion sown
My being reels, my blood congeals, you claw into my mind
You open up a secret place I thought I'd never find.
Now the moment is at hand I surrender to this urge
And screams of joy disrupt the night as yearning bodies merge.
 

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