My Lord Carpathian
Reload my arrogant heart
drink of it
if it will please you
My Carpathian Lord
I am not one of the in-tune
lacking of beat
a retracted tempo
Feast on me
Then
drift me to a figment
of imagination
when your savoring
in me is done
I will not remember
cast black eyes into me
slumber the memory of you
leave a vision of what lives amongst the hopeful
She wakes.
She remembers.
She sees in her dreaming a wayward witch who covets the fresh liver of the eye painter to bring color to her dead heart.
She screams.
They gather.
They will protect the painter of eyes.
© K S Hardy 2011
Comments
Extraordinary imagery with your one of a kind flare. Brilliantly written my friend.
Hi ya
I came across the ‘Carpathians’ and could not resist adding them into some prose.
Scary but interesting creatures me thinks.
Thank you for your so very kind comment Marie. xx
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My mind shall call you my prey for in words your soul shines! Wow what a wonderful read my friend! Bravo bravo!!!…)o(
Thank you Mally for your visit and your thoughts…. hope your world is treating you with kindness. xx
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my gods, Darling
I’ve so many shivers….what a fucking eerie write,
amazing and makes me wary to go near certain types.
wow xxx
Yes indeedy…. certain ‘types’ have more teeth than others me thinks and keep them hidden oh so very well…..
xxx
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your expressions have taken my imagination to a new land…wonderful extraordinary talent Arcadia.
peace love happiness and joy always
Mary!
What an absolutely uplifting comment from you!
Thank you SOOO much! xx
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Wow indeed! There’ll be no color for that dead heart, methinks! Amazing work, KS!!
Me thinks that your colour verdict has much merit Ms Brackstonia-Velvie ;O) xx
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A powerful piece, that gains with each read. The imagery is extraordinary.
Hi Adriana
Many thanks for you wonderful comment…. you read it more than once….I am impressed and grateful in the one. xx
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Dark does not love the light.
Light banishes dark.
Yep that is the workings of natural attrition me thinks…xx
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Nothing like a bit of fresh liver to keep the anemia away… :) x
Oh ewwww thanks Matt for the really gross imagery …LOL …not a liver kinda gal!
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A WONDERFUL CARPATHIAN DREAM KARENSUE!! THE IMPALER LIVES ON!! XOXOO
Ahhhh and we grow more garlic…. oh I know that is a lame reply but in a funny mood. Good funny mood….thanks for stopping by xxx
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that is some offering KS…..I can see a small twinkle in those black eyes before this feast begins. Holy liverwurst, this has drained my rosy colour to an ashen grey. xoxo
Oh just a little spin around the macabre me thinks ;O)
Wear a polo knit with garlic threading is the recommendations here … ;o)xxx
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