Con{quest}

By Ravenblade

I stare at a blank screen
obsenely cursing for the words to come
and you dare haunt me with 
you lyrical genius.

What does it take to have the 

GRACE

in which you have,
in print,
in words,
in deameanor,
        your class,
                       unparalelled.

Your muse,
                  my soul,
your flesh,
                my desire
your blasphemous taunt
                                    my earnings.

Rape and pillage my body,
my shame will be your conquest.
Take your battel prizes,
leave nothing that is yours..
To the victor goes the spoils,
     and my fantasy is that

                           you will

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Copyright 2013 Ravenblade
Published on Friday, February 1, 2013.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

just a voyage back down this road again...trying to steer clear of the dark road ahead
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  • PoetessDarkly On Monday, February 4, 2013, PoetessDarkly (700)By person wrote:

    This is beautiful and I feel the same. Writers block really sucks. It drives me nuts when I can't form the words right on paper. Sometimes I read or listen to really sad stuff just to get some inspiration.

  • dwells On Monday, February 4, 2013, dwells (4288)By person wrote:

    Enjoyed our brief chat and so good to see you back in the thick of things. This spoke of stifled words and longings that will always endure, irregardless - and the honesty was keen, thanks!

  • A former member wrote: You make me melt with your words. That was beautiful!

  • Ravenblade On Monday, February 4, 2013, Ravenblade (313)By person wrote:

    I'm glad you appreciate this...look for more to come


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