Over and over, someone yelled my name!
But a dream─ or a delirious state?
The fever raging inside, could melt steel,
Yet I’m cold─ as the dark side of the moon.
Flailing, helplessly, in total darkness,
Being vacuumed to an unknown path.
Two faceless creatures incessantly work,
Pawing and clawing until I’m naked.
Viciously sprayed with what I do not know,
Molten lava─ or the ice of Saturn?
Such a strange sense, leaving the Milky Way.
Darkness─ had the feeling I could touch it.
Three sets of black wings came soaring at me.
Each wore a mask of horrible red fire.
In the center the shininess of steel,
Now driven down deeply into my flesh.
They banqueted lavishly on red blood.
Having filled bellies they slowly took flight.
Letting my motionless body to slide,
Into an invisible orifice.
Three days passed my still body not defiled.
Then today, there was a shocking shudder!
Was jettisoned faster than gamma rays.
Realizing now, I had been through hell!
The Eve of Saint Agnes, John Everett Millais (1863)
The Eve of Saint Agnes
This is the evening before Saint Agnes’ feast,
The night’s dream when your true love will appear.
Should the rules be followed down to the least,
Eyes looking to heaven with body clear.
Entering her chamber her breath increased,
In her hungry heart she carried some fear.
Will it be the one she’s loved from the start,
Or some stranger with a cold empty heart.
Lemon moon shines beyond her window pane,
Falls on her face showing she’s without sleep.
Anguish in her mind creating great pain,
Soon with heavy eyes darkness she did reap.
Awakened, wondering if this be feign,
His lips on hers, knows this is love to keep.
She motioned that he should enter her bed,
Their passion displayed as the color red.