A Game Of Chess

For once I will post something other than poetry on this page, but perhaps done in a poetic way. Much has changed for Arwyn lately, and the future holds many uncertainties, but one thing that is for certain is that change is forth coming. The Lady Arwyn has decided that she does not wish to be anyone's keeper, nor does she wish to be kept. Much has been revealed the last week or so and much more is yet to come, of this I am certain.

I have come to realize that the role of Queen and Mistress is one I much enjoy and will forever play, and only one who I deem worthy of my respect can play in my back yard. I believe I have found her, and therefore His Lordship will be looked after. As long as she has no opposition to my friendship continuing with him, as this is something I do not believe I can give up. His Lordship and I have come across a bridge of sorts, a bridge we will cross again in the very near future, however due to some large financial issues at this point in time we have agreed that it is better to remain under the same roof and see where the path will take us.

My King is another matter, for his anger and unhappiness become more and more pronounced as each day moves towards the next. I must say that I feed off that and become the same way over time as well. My life with My King will not be easy, so much surrounds him, but I can't deny how happy I am to even just talk to him. His Lordship has made it clear that I am the pawn in this game of chess and only one can win, there is no tie in this match.

I have begun to realize that my life is like the saga Twilight, and if I am lucky we may all be able to salvage friendship from all of this. I suppose only time will tell. Until then my heart lays upon the cold stone floor, each beat becoming less and less, as His Lordship and My King stand watch over it wondering who will be the victor. And in the background, Her Ladyship waits, a faithful friend.

Satan's Bitch

Angry darkness pulses through me,
Like lava beneath a volcano.
Through the earth, it waits to erupt,
In a fiery storm of pain and retribution.


I stand before you, heart bare to the elements;
Blood pulsing through my veins in a heated fury,
My long dark hair a fiery cape behind me,
Wind and fire ablaze with every step I take.

A dark Goddess from the Under World,
A dark match for Lord Hades himself.
You were suppose to be different,
You were supposed to care.

A pretty word, deep desires, a hunger like no other;
A knife pierces my beating heart with lies and deceit.
My eyes search your face for a shred of light,
Turning hard with coppery hatred, as I see not but darkness.

Down into the pits of hell I take you with me,
Screaming at the injustice and the ache.
Do not condemn me for what I do,
For I AM who I AM and Satan’s Bitch shows no mercy.

--by Arwyn

Bleeding Wound

Heart held in hand crying out in pain,
Hole in her chest, a deep bleeding wound.
Darkness fills the sky as sorrow does her eyes,
Your voice a haunting sound yearned for.

She lays lonely and weeping on cold stone,
Long dark hair a shroud of forgiveness.
She holds out her hand, cold fingers,
Looking to take yours and feel the warmth.

A deep sadness deep in her eyes,
A soul once returned, being torn apart.
Unbelievable pain and agony her companions,
Sorrow and torment her constant lover.

The dark wolf stands watching as she bleeds,
Bleeds upon the cold white stone.
Her hand becoming lifeless and still,
A final flutter of her eyes, a final beat of her heart.

This dark night upon her heart has cast,
A final embrace, the kiss of Death.
She but tried, once more, perhaps this time,
But silence awaits with a cold embrace.
--by Arwyn

This Night

Lost deep in dark thoughts
I wander through this dismal world.
My cold feet slapping against the rocks,
My cold hands hang limply at my sides.

I see his face everywhere I go,
I hear his voice in every shadow.
My hands yearn to reach out to him,
But the image of her face stops me.

His words taunt me, haunt me,
Kill me slowly thru the day and night.
Words of love and adoration like a dagger;
Piercing my heart slowly, savouring the pain.

Standing at the cliffs edge, hair flowing,
Dark and long into the wind, into the night.
A dark stain forms deep and red,
Where once a heart beat for him.

A cold lifeless body, pulled toward the sea,
A life once full of promise and dreams.
Here this night does it end, in one,
Breathless and magical whispered Word: Love.
--by Arwyn

Vibratations

Darkness my lover
Embrace me this night.
Take into your keeping
this passion and light.

Seduction and temptation
Call to me with a vengeance.
Sweet and desperate kisses
Trail upon body and soul.

Red lips and dark fingertips
Nails raking inner thighs.
Deep and sultry humming,
Body aching and strumming.

Take away this ache,
Heighten these fiery flames!
Eyes closed, body quivering
Slowly slipping through time.

Stars burst through moonlight
As you quench this desire.
One last kiss,
One final stroke.

Heavy lids, smiling lips
A coldness takes this heart.
Another lonely night,
Cold dripping plastic a comfort.
--by Arwyn

Hell's Highway

Sweet passionate lips,
Piercing blue eyes.
Words full of venom,
Kisses of poison.

No beat in your heart,
No blood in your veins.
Your soul has gone to hell,
Your body soon to follow.

The mask you wear
A facade for the demon.
Love shrivels and dies
In your ugly presence.

I hold out my hand
No fear do I show.
The light in me strong
The love in me old.

Two warriors standing tall
Fighting valiantly for a cause.
Demon against Demon,
The highway to hell is long.
--by Arwyn

Lonely World

Cold, lonely world,
Land that time forgot.
You speak to me in the cold
Whispering tones of death.

I lay here lifeless and alone,
Not trembling, not breathing.
No blood runs thru these veins,
No breath runs thru these lungs.

Death, my lover, I seek refuge
In thine cold embrace.
Lips of ice and stone, here;
Take thee my final kiss.

Lonely world, lost abandoned soul,
Seeking refuge in the dark abyss.
What happens now that I've found,
An empty place to sit and wait.

Sadness runs through this heart and soul;
A fist clenched in fury and pain.
Lonely world, abandoned;
Lonely world thrown away.

--by Arwyn