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

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  • Rhenastarr
    Rhenastarrover 3 years ago

    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

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Druidstorm
    Druidstormover 3 years ago

    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

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Lisa  Jewell
    Lisa Jewellover 3 years ago

    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

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • MaryMac
    MaryMacover 3 years ago

    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

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Mel Brackstone
    Mel Brackstoneover 3 years ago

    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

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Adriana Glackin
    Adriana Glackinover 3 years ago

    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

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • TextureoftheSin
    TextureoftheSinover 3 years ago

    Dark does not love the light.
    Light banishes dark.

  • Yep that is the workings of natural attrition me thinks…xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Matt Penfold
    Matt Penfoldover 3 years ago

    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!

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • raymondoantonio
    raymondoantonioover 3 years ago

    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

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Cosimo Piro
    Cosimo Piroover 3 years ago

    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

    – Arcadia Tempest

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