The Swan

By fabian cortez

Oh such beauty in pallor

Alabaster in hue

When all is drained to

Fulfil considered need

A rose as rubies glinting

In a vibrant sun could

Touch not a satisfaction

Such as this

You'd danced as

Angels wings the swan

With lips so red such tones

Would wither all about

Hair as jet yet shimmered

Blinding the evensong

Moon, lo, I am transfixed

My breath as it is,

Is stilted

A rarity, to behold

Confused in temperament

A wit in turmoil of dalliance

To have such a child

As this, yet..

I must

She is alone now,

Music finds its finality

Atop adjacent scaffold

Is fitting for a grandiose view,

Amongst such peppered

Scurrying scarabs

She appears

In centuries I've not

Perceived such form

Oh patience stir not

From gated structure

Of flesh long ago

Taken to rest

But slumber was

So diminutive

I glimpse in distant view

Her solitary form

Passed by her admiring

Throng of dullard

Minds, in moments I'm

Upon her, so

Swiftly she turns

Her eyes consume my

Soulless void

I am helpless, as

Her teeth find my flesh

To tear, to rend

I feel, sticky

Fluid jetting about

My throat

She did not consume

All, just enough to sit

Disrobe & embrace

As I lay destitute

Of strength

Her eyes sparkled

In the moonlight

Her alabaster flesh

Caressed mine

As I my life's blood

Pumped freely unhindered

Pooling all about me

She whispered,

"For Mamma"

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