Sins of the Body

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Three Nymphs of Wood are bathed in moonlit glow,
Gliding, dancing, singing ‘round the trees of forest nigh.
Here lies the shadowed green of summer bloom,
Whispering through the air towards the sky above the tops.
Young man of tortured soul and troubled mind,
Stumbling through the night into the bushes, soaked in blood.
Curious minds and battered hearts, a joining in the dark,
So comes a child to bear into the orange days of spring.

A boy of noble birth, of elfin parentage descends,
He hunts within the glades without a mind, without a heart.
A girl, still young and pure, yet cold and sad,
No path to follow as she searches for a love not hers.
He spies her on a day where sunlight streams.
She does not seem to notice that he’s watching her, intent.
His heart is beating in his ears and groin
Would he dare to take that which was never his to start?

Desire dark and frosted as the day he was conceived.
Blood soaks her thighs and down her legs; a scream of pain.
He does not seem to listen, seem to care for what she feels
He does not seem to notice that she’s limp within his arms.
Does he know what evils that he, as man commits,
What sins he has made real, and horrors left within her mind?

She’s frightened that he may come back soon,
Curled into a ball, her face is wet, and yet the tears still come.
She wants to disappear, to kill that child within,
Erase the pain that he has caused by simply using her.
A knife he left behind as though to claim,
It stands still in the chilling dawn just beyond her reach.
She crawls towards it, determined to destroy,
The knife within her hand as she plunges deep within.

He comes back to a corpse of silent beauty.
He holds within his hand a meal for two to feed upon.
Confusion lights his face to see her still,
Unknown to him is all this thought of stealing from a girl.
He never knew what sin and terror was,
They never taught him, left him as an outcast, far away.
But silent is the vengeance of the elves,
A arrow sent, he falls, sin and virtue mix into a stream.

KC - 15 Feb 2006