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