Lady Fire
In a forest all abloom, absent the
acrimonious Children of Adam,
an amber leaf, adrift on autumn breeze
finds a forgotten camp, embers still hot.
Slowly, sensually, she lives again.
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Bold and beautiful, yet barely a babe,
this daughter of Belisama bravely
steps beyond her birthplace. Casting aside
smoky bodice, she bares her brilliant soul.
Her radiant light banishing the black.
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Mischievous and majestic, this mystic
Maiden trembles and writhes. She aches and yearns
in a melody of madness. Wanting
to spread her joy from mountains to meadow,
she feels the freedom of her release.
—
Never since Nuria rained down on doomed
Sodom has this nefarious nymph had
such freedom to shower the world in her
nectar. Seeing her love spreading so far
enflames her lustful efforts all the more.
—
A blast of blatant bestiality
washes from her baleful fingers. Howling,
barking, thrashing about, she builds to a
blushing bacchanal with no end in sight.
Callous Chaos bids her ever onward.
—
Her candescent cathedral grows without
climax. Convulsing and consuming all
in her path, this child of Coatlicue
covets to burn and become, to clear her
confusion and birth the beautiful end.
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Ecstasy is eclipsed as she draws to
Eden. She is frozen, caught in his firm,
unseen embrace. His life showers down on
her effigy, enhancing, not easing,
her energy. Her end can now draw near.
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Finally, her finale falls. Full of
fiery passion and her lover’s life, this
little Freyja lets fly with hiss and growl.
The full force of her stored fury flailing,
fighting, mindless, and cruel. And then, she fades.
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Rapture and revelry relent. Now that
her Ragnarok has passed, this radiant
and resplendent lady of light receives
her royal raiment, as a cooling breath
softly, gently guides her into the black.
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A spell of silence slips down upon them.
Her energy is spent and joys sated,
so little Seraphim allows her love
to send her off to sleep. But lying in
a forest all abloom, she waits to live again.