The Serpent’s Kiss

Lovers and falling rain 1996 61x46cm

This ashen tongue…

It slithers through deceit 

Like dreams of silk

Over the morning mist.

Your mouth tastes of promise;

It shimmers over mine

Until synapses burst

And blind, I cannot sift

Away the beauty from its lies.

An angel born of darkness;

Your dagger rooted in my spleen…

Around its icy blade I twist

Until my bowl bejewels yours

With tears of ruby warmth.

Yours is the serpent bite,

And mine… the rift. 

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Daily Prompt: Moved to Tears

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Paradise Found

Fallen_Angel_by_Omertohka_large

I am not Adam.

For you were proud of him.

I… cast out on a whim.

What had I wronged you with?

 

Now seeing them content

Whilst rotting in exile,

I feel the rise of bile,

Drowning all good intent.

 

I am not Adam.

Displaced because I dared

To question, you declared.

How could you think it just?

 

I have no wings to soar.

It tastes of endless malice

With poison full this chalice.

I’ll drink it all, and more.

 

I am not Adam.

My fate is sealed, but I

Will not sit still and sigh.

Why pray should you have rest?

 

One day you too will fall.

Always in speech unspeaking,

You banished me unthinking,

But doom awaits your all.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/15/daily-prompt-evil/