Ragnarauk's blog: "Gravity Sucks"

The Leash

Dusk I wake... Sultry night... Caress the shade... Fly the light

Prowl the dark, choose a flower; Garden delight her scent devoured

Blonde, Brunette and Auburn hair; Lithe and supple my sport and fare

Morsel spied... Game selected; My craft, my cunning tried and tested

Heart warm and flesh so frail; Hunger rising full of need... Desire's height now I feed

In pain, anguish and rage... I scream and wail

My Angel's got me by the fork 'n' tail!

Song of the Rose

Mighty does suffer the soul of man; For want of mere gentle succor

By sword and scourge fire and chain; We seek our God through measure of pain

We find no peace in Sacred Chalice; but heap dread scorn and bitter malice

Pray nay listen hateful cries that bind the heart with pain and lies

Proffer not wages of war and hate; Nay child!  Be true thy heart O' child of fate

Accept this Rose warm and wise; Full of grace 'neath endless skies

Gravity Sucks

I took her home to dominate and posses

Her will

By design I became her slave

By her very submission

Conceding her every carnal whim I surrendered my pride and dignity

No sense of self or will or purpose I hastened to her call

Want of freedom never dreamed; My will completely hers in hand

'til such time as Gravity called it's due

and cast from me these bonds of obsession