(A lone voice whispers)
Every night
When she chooses to suddenly appear
To the chosen few
Stories abound in darkened rooms and secret circles
That all her restless slaves
Try to raise their weary heads
From their feathered pews
Enchanted
Beyond all belief
Pleading telepathically to climax
And find some sort of mental release
As she stands over their ramshackled lonely beds
Deceptively
Beautiful as every single spoken
Or written human rhyme
Some say
Uttered down through the Ages
Through
Time
By Poets
Mystics and so many Mages
Some speak of long leather-clad legs
All men cry to touch and beg and pray inwardly
To caress
Ravish me red lips
Women say they forever daydream
To just taste
Emerald eyes they all speak of
Orbs to invade and conquer your soul
Until the very end
Whenever it's time
For your human life
To be laid to waste
Has she entered your room and watched you sleep
As your soul wandered its many inner spaces
And unspoken keeps
Her name
You may ask
Well, her name is simply Want
For we all deep down
Crave something
Be it flesh
Power
Friendship or even Love
Amongst many others
Only our occult Mother
Called Want
Can guide us
To provide
Regardless of the price
It will cost us
In the long run
As we struggle to survive
While
she still lives and thrives
Feeding off our inner suffering
As we sustain and strengthen her
With our foolish wants and self-defeating lies
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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