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the Keep

Saga

By Birgitta Jonsdottir

In the deep and silent night
you walk the invisible shadow
with your ears and eyes alert.
You might hear her purr
hope that you won't be
her next prey.
Hope that she won't lay
her love struck eyes upon you.
Her spell is more powerful
than any other.
Because she does not only
crave your devotion
she craves your will-power
forever and ever.
She craves your loyalty
by making you shape shift,
into her favorite pet.
Tames your will
so that you lose your
longing for living,
except for her
and her games.

It's a seductive game of pleasure.
It may be the key to all your desires.
It may be what you have always dreamt of.
But when she strokes your alligator skin
with the feathers of lust,
and then leaves you in your
agony and craving,
Craving for her and nothing beyond,
Your will starts to crawl in,
like a stinging nail in your heart,
but you have forgotten what it is.
You can only feel the scare,
the emptiness,
and the craving.


© 2002 Birgitta Jonsdottir. All Rights Reserved.