The Feast

Long it planned in blackened heart, then spun the wheel of chance,
to pick a soul to feed upon in life's sadistic dance,
to savor all the stabbing hurt, to drink each lonely tear,
to gorge upon the anguished pleas that reached its gleeful ear.

Sinister in all its plans and cunning in its art,
it scratches out ingredients to fill the waiting heart,
a boundless love it lists in hate that from its blackness burst
a sibling of a bonded need, unquenchable it thirst.

Sly it looks into the night with eyes that mirror hell
and whispers hate for what it needs in voice deeptoned and fell,
then girths its mind to take the pain and steal the final blend
in agony of burning fire sustained for pleasure's end.

Each finger seared by blinding hope, it sucks to hide its screams
and filled with rage at pain endured to blend its final scheme,
it sneaks in silence under dark to deepest dankest cave
its mixings wrapped in ragged plans of mind and soul depraved.

Then in the dark of everwhen 'neath shadowed gloomy moon,
no witness to the cackling laugh or raucous evil tune,
bent in avid pleasure o're two cauldron's spewing fume
and greedy tasting future pain, it stirs a woman's doom.

For years it fed upon the pain that filled the soul from hope
as love and need each day that passed became the braided rope
which bound her to a constant ache for all the dreams she kept
and chained her for his greedy thirst to sip the tears she wept.

Until one day she hid away the need that filled her soul
withdrew from life and placed his feed into the darkest hole
and filled the evil of his mind with hot devouring rage
that she could steal his precious pain while living in his cage.

And in the lust of searing hate for all he was denied
in agony to taste again each single tear she cried
in vicious mind of cunning sly he planned for her in glee
the perfect man to stroke her heart, then bring her to her knees.

Then all the passion long withdrawn now bound her in desire
all the longing kept in check an everlasting fire
all the hopes paraded by in lovers' sharing dreams
exquisite pain his daily drink, his meal her silent screams.©
~RAC  4-5-2000~