Nemesis Saves

Nemesis Saves

First the look, and then the chase…
then the groping, stench, embrace.
The mind sears
in the choke of fear
And one, by one….

Flashbulb slaps
In succession
Through the violent scenes
Progression….

Slaps,
and slams,
Sanity Ripping,
then to skin
Pushing and clenching,

Still, they get in.

Once the cauldron, set on flame
Outrage boiling the furnace of pain
Something inside,
Slips,
and wanes…
‘good’ grows weak and
And takes to blame.

In the molten anger and stain,
A weapon is forged,
and has a name…..

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Up she rises, to the bane
Of the coilers of the skein

First the glint, and then she shone
In the fire, shaped and honed

Eerie glee upon her lips
She feels the pulse
Within her hips
And ‘bides the ride……

Feels the shudder of the tide
As it pulses in its drain…

The hateful hands loosen, vain.
In the wake
Scornful eyes seek fear to take;
Instead are met, with hells own laughter,
Where Succubus reign,
And victim, becomes Master.