blue on blue—the conclusion…

one stroke at a time, deeper and deeper
into a blue forest, night savors
her features,
“what should i promise him?”
one grain of sand, then one grain
of sand, closer and closer
into a blue forest, cloak to hide his
presence, his lust, “i seek
the feel of her skin, my heart
beats rapidly.” 
blue plume her sacred
instrument in the white, pure
virgin light, seeks him to
impregnate her, carries the quiver,
the bow, to haft the arrow,
“do not kiss the other, for you
to be mine.”

blue goddess eyes to see two in 
in love with one, her ears
to hear who he has cast his
heart out to, he stands
hidden behind
brown bark tree, cloaks his soul,
cloaks his being;
he approaches at last, young
one with a hat, as to
kiss her hand, on one knee,
on forest growth,
he kneels; the feathered
white pulls the bow
string, arrow rides silently
on wooded air, blood drips
warm on his fingers.

she whispers in her last breath
sweet, “i love you…”
falls gently dying into
his arms, he carries her to
his Arabian steed, they begin
to ride; a sharp arrow swift,
he pulls his sword and
cuts death in half, turns,
in a gallop pursues
one with blue feathers,
one with hate,
‘zing’ with a tempered blade,
a death instant; takes his
love back to the desert, magic
oil, wound healed,
married, forever in love,

Copyright © 07/08/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®


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