- The Tapestry Black Ink

So mark well that unknown,

The contrast of our two very souls,

A girl as I, woman in a smiling face,

Young men are you, shy sweet and undefined,

And nearly unseen, except from me, timid mouse.

Caught by fox?

But I fell to be, my own well being,

Must endure you’re companionship, not heavy, but a softly laden move.

Meaning graces, undoubtedly rouge, as red as all may be,

My own words black pushed writing ink.

Meaning graces such are these, hidden behind a grinning mask pale as moon unseen.

So to you, I offer a robe, made of that most opulence of dismissals, which you have been fooled, to your very innocence.

Those fools of mortal birth and name, contained with fear sweet mouse! Listen not.

I must, dark witch of that most black knowledge gift,

To lead this sweet nearly white dove boy, into sin to a man, must I.

Yes sin, but it is more than such a petty thought.

It is that knowledge of the goods, and evils of this world.

Something that will only mark your very sweetness, it doth give light, yes light!

And make it brighter still.

A blinding fashion of grace, so noble is that for you, sweet mouse. It will be as if nothing has changed at all.

So now choose, lay upon you door, a gift given, from my very heart unseen!

Bleed; of that most despised vengeance that created the woman, you know before you.

This love offered I must require and answer, in time as is expected,

Or forgotten?

Take that, dark knowledge to the very pit inside your chest, I choose you, no other pitiful man.

I depict that inking most unseen, which shall grow, into a beautiful painting!

Remarkable in its complexity and unseen depths, that,

That is what I offer thee.

The cloth cut of wicked sensuality,

Inks formed from the blood of my pale fingers.

Changing into the colors of the secret places that rest in this very world.

Shall you, starry-eyed and so untouched know what it means?

To see,

So know, well that I, a woman of guile, and filled eyes jet-black

Offer the pen.

No, quill, for which nature the Goddess, has adorned you mouse with that ability.

So then you may make a path, of your own, creating a world of your blind seeking design.

Sweet boy, who shall soon be thrust deeply into that cruel world?

Will you take what is so offered in secret, with those lofty knowing smiles that I alone can offer?

Souls plead loud in the darkness, contain, flinch and writhe upon that mortal flame.

For life, is meant to be a burning pleasure, to always be remembered.