As the Sun begins to touch
its dark tomb I lay awake
in deep thought.
you still look beautiful
as you did the day
I took you as prize
Your face sliced in twine
by moonlight and shadow,
your hair tangled in my spacious arms
I could cut it in two
grind you to dust with my fists
and feed you to my dogs. You
are from an arctic village
long ago; I know you
do not remember its name
for I have beaten it out of you
its men were weak; wearing
tattoos instead of real scars
like the ones I have. Unworthy of you.
You think me as a monster so
but be it as it may I know
your initial disgust completes me
as you throw yourself
upon me each night we are not apart
though I do not ask you
for your bosom nor your bottom parts—
you still give yourself willingly.
I think you know the truth
you know I am righteous but my
soul is dark, my sins you have seen.
When you try to stab my heart
but lacked the strength to plunge
your makeshift shiv through my tough skin...
Oh, it is how I know
that you are the one—
I may not snap your neck
between my strong fingers.
Oh darling, in this twilight hour
I may not be the light in the fireflies
I ponder, I hold this desire
in chains, that I may not
crush you for if I do this Warlord
will no longer be complete.
