Aphrodite

i had her signature on me

mie ruptured skin, the coarse paper

d crimson ink being mie blood...

she was no devil within

perhaps, was just a carnivore of the night

or, may be the might of a dark harlequin passion

spelled a cannibalistic witch in her

the scent she wore was painfully ecstatic,

her cascade reeked an enchanting cold hint...

but still,

she managed to burn me every single moment

release a stubborn phoenix in me --

again and again just to get reborn

though everytime with a weakening vigour...

that night the stars saw her be mie Chaos

the meteors feared she be mie Ilithyia...

what lasted a moment long

demanded to get greeted as ages...

with an unnecessary but everlasting false notion

of me being stronger to the beldame,

or should i say mie temptress pacifier,

slumber kissed goodbye as i rested

not inside her arms but inside her...

mie dreams told me that night

i won, i could make her cry,

i could make her shiver with pain...

but only to taste a willingly sweet defeat

losing all mieself forever from me

just to promise mie sorceress an infinite slavery...