The beast

The fire burns through the night
the sword fights beside
with the promised caress
of twin blades on Flesh

And so its does gush forth...

As the shadows slither
across the floor
they catch a fleeting glimpse
of a female slant-
across the doorframe wide
in her resplendent glory
bronzed bathykolpian woman
arise to meet...

The Beast, risen once again
has cast eye on his future
In one swift strike,
he catches

Her!

She flails and weeps
but all that shows
are the bruises on
her naked skin
so she succumbs
to his wish of
infinity in
Servitude...