Your Poetry Dot Com - Blood Flower: 2

The journey begins
With the ending of breath
The ending of life
New beginning in death

I had heard the rumors and followed the trail to a darkened farmhouse
I was two weeks from home and knew I was close. It had to be here
I was armed with crossbow and stakes and I prayed, surprise
Though I doubt any God that knew my thoughts would be listening

I had heard it was female. It mattered not, for I could not lose
I just had to make it hear me. I had to have the chance.
If this one would not concede, there had to be others
Although the weight of time pressed down upon me
I had been searching for three seasons as it were

Night had fallen and was beginning to envelope the house
I needed to be in there and on guard when it awoke
I silently stepped through the door and into the house
I had expected carnage, I was ill prepared for what lie ahead
I could sense the evil emanating from a side room and quickly
Removed my cloak and shoulder bags. I needed free movement

I went to the entrance of the forbidding room
I kept the cross bow at ready. I could see a form lying atop a bed
The darkness filling the room made definition of shape difficult
A thin shaft of moonlight had just begun to penetrate a hole in the wall
Curious, I slowly pressed forward to view the object of my quest
There was little doubt I had found that for which I sought

In stunned silence I gazed upon perfection. She was exquisite
Her beauty in slumber unparalleled, somehow managed to pale
When compared to the magnificence of her eyes dancing in moonlight
Realization returned to me with the knowledge that she had awakened
I was unorganized. I chastised myself to have allowed it to happen
She rose. I retreated a few paces to the center of the room

I knew her for what she was yet I could not stop the sudden lusting
That erupted unbidden within me. She flowed from her resting place
She straightened and stood before me as I forced the cross bow up
She wore a transparent, gauze like fabric draped over her frame
It did little to conceal her but somehow left much to be imagined

Oh but she was beautiful. I knew I could not destroy her
I tried to demand that she stay her ground and heed my words
But it was all that I could do to keep the bow at the ready
She swept across the room and stood before me.
I could speak naught, as with one hand she lowered my aim
Her other hand brushed my cheek. My weapon fell to the floor

“You are not a hunter,” she told me as she assessed my eyes
“But you wish to be…” She tugged at my tunic and whispered
“Come” as she drew me towards her bed, the wrap fell away
She tore my clothing from my frame and urged me back
I fell helpless and uncaring unto the place I had found her
She descended upon me

Unbridled passion exploded from within. I forgot why I came
Nothing but her existed, nothing mattered but our pleasure
Higher and higher we climbed within each other’s arms
As my body went rigid with release she drank from my neck
She held me inside her and to her lips as my breathing slowed
She released me only when it had stopped

I lost two more weeks as she nursed me and taught me
Much I knew not about her kind, in truth my kind now
As much slaves to passion and need as I had been in my former life
She taught me nightly of passion, but time was short
I burned with the need see my plan through
I left her in that farmhouse and made my way back
One last time

( still at least 1 more on the way )

This poem is Copyright ยฉ Nazmythian