Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Feb 10, 2007 17:17:03 GMT -5
A very, scary, Faerie Fright on a very, scary, Faerie Night
Moss-covered stepping stones
And red and white spotted rings of toadstools
Mark the path that leads a weary traveler
Deep into The Woods of Desire
Where seduction is a four letter "L" word that rhymes with knife.
Shooting stars are strewn around him
Like the confetti sprinkles in the birthday cake
From her birthday party when she turned ten years old.
His eyes are too entranced
To see the trap she lay before him.
She snaps open her faerie-veiled blouse
And a misty scent of oozingly ripe blackberries
Fills the space before her
And spreads itself over its victim
Like jelly on a warmed and buttered croissant.
It coats him in extravagant proportions
And buries itself in his heart of hearts.
He hums to the tune of his heartbeat
And raises his hands high into the sky.
They extend around her velvety torso
And tickle the knobs from which her wings grow out from.
He fans his eyes three times
And finally props them open just in time
To notice her identical twin fangs reflecting his terrified expression.
Two loud crunches and he is gone
Except for his traveler's guide for everything you need to know
About getting lost in the woods
That she burped up in a beastly manner
And spat onto the ground where he had stood.
She flicked her midnight hair over her shoulder
And flew off down the path
Hoping for a challenge.
Moss-covered stepping stones
And red and white spotted rings of toadstools
Mark the path that leads a weary traveler
Deep into The Woods of Desire
Where seduction is a four letter "L" word that rhymes with knife.
Shooting stars are strewn around him
Like the confetti sprinkles in the birthday cake
From her birthday party when she turned ten years old.
His eyes are too entranced
To see the trap she lay before him.
She snaps open her faerie-veiled blouse
And a misty scent of oozingly ripe blackberries
Fills the space before her
And spreads itself over its victim
Like jelly on a warmed and buttered croissant.
It coats him in extravagant proportions
And buries itself in his heart of hearts.
He hums to the tune of his heartbeat
And raises his hands high into the sky.
They extend around her velvety torso
And tickle the knobs from which her wings grow out from.
He fans his eyes three times
And finally props them open just in time
To notice her identical twin fangs reflecting his terrified expression.
Two loud crunches and he is gone
Except for his traveler's guide for everything you need to know
About getting lost in the woods
That she burped up in a beastly manner
And spat onto the ground where he had stood.
She flicked her midnight hair over her shoulder
And flew off down the path
Hoping for a challenge.
