Mount 2He is the unbroken one, the outspoken one,

the oaken one with famine in his eyes;

and how he hates all of the lies, and the shit

they supply.


A gravity behind the disguise, pulls him towards the sun

where he’ll be undone,

under the gun he cannot run, but falls, falls into a restless wind,

where all thoughts rescind and memories… thinned.


He’s a wanderer, a ponderer, and a lonely launderer of dirty deeds

and darker needs, and yet… all passions sought and bought are eventually sold.


He tells himself he’s not too old, denies it ‘til he’s distraught.

But it’s all been for naught, for it’s he who’s been caught.


For the night is fraught for the querulous cowboy,

the envoy,

who can’t seem to enjoy, or employ all the wilder things,

imaginings often brings,

even when his lonely heart sings.


La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018














Tender you

Oh, how I render you



A stumbling bumble of

Babbling bits

I slay you

But never betray you

Display you

As you’ve never been shown before

Push you through that

Unhinged door

It’s time darling…

You learned how to explore

La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

I Dare You


You fear
Because she knows
That dark and tangled path
Your heart chose

But still you dare not go

Alone, and she ensnares you
She down-right dares you
To let that demon show
So its blessings it can bestow

But your conditioned belief
Instead offers relief
So you don’t have to think
Have another drink…


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018



The Wife of Bath's Tale by Henry Fuseli (1741-1825)

You left me here

And while you were gone

The terrors did come

Did multiply

Until the sky went away

Taking with it, the memory

Of your smile


You return to me

To find I’m not the same

Not at all

Can you peel away

The memories

That replaced

My soul


What shadows do you see

In the mind’s-eye

Staring back at you

Stay away

I can’t

Won’t make time or my mind



I climbed the length

Of my soul

To get out of this hole

And on the precipice sit

But no horizon do I see

Only hear that eternal call

Of the fall…

How it holds me now…



La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

The Narcissist


You thought you knew the secret wishes of my tender heart

Yet a thousand words without a question, is such a terrible start

You call it obsession, but it’s really suppression, of all but what you hope I’ll be

Tell me, what glamour is it that you see?


You thought you spoke a mysterious tongue

Noble and gentle like a wedding song sung

But slippery words are the devil’s work, and now… her work’s begun


For she sees in you that inward gaze

How it colors all your lovelies in such a tarnished haze

You, and your scrumptious malaise

Mmmm You didn’t know… that’s just my sort of craze


So darlin’, sit back and relax, I’ve got some entertaining to do

And try not to mind the sting when I chew

Oh, baby didn’t you know…

A narcissist is just sorta man I love to pursue?


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Doesn’t It

wet woman knees

Doesn’t it just go on-and-on

Like my love for you

A devastation hidden from view

With nothing anybody can do


Doesn’t it just go on-and-on

Past where reason belongs

Past right and wrong

A train that’s missed the station

While I sat in bemused contemplation


Doesn’t it just go on-and-on

This infatuation, with no salutation,

Permeation, or reciprocation

A comedy made tragedy – simply through boredom

They need to call a post-mortem.


Doesn’t it just go on-and-on

That zest for life

Despite being balanced on the blade of a knife

Because cut either way…

I guess we all enjoy the play


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018


Time’s Come

man knees

I feel you… closer than ever, that creep-crawly way of yours

always draggin’ you… closer.  That scent on the wind, and I taste you,

anticipate you, and all that screaming you’ll do.

Oh come now, you always knew

that’s where we’ve been

headin’ to.


It takes its toll, that driving need, that fermenting seed,

that mindless deed.  Why my handsome steed, I see how weak in the knees,

how slick in the disease, you’ve become.  Out-strung, and yet still unwrung.

Like there’s not much more song to be sung

but you’ve hardly even begun.


But these… these are the days of miracle and splendor,

and it’s time you became that contender

that you so eloquently engender.  Before time marks you-out as just a pretender…

provender made of yesterday’s news…

a lovely, yet antiquated muse.


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018


me 3

Amor est in domum suam.


Mother didn’t braid my hair.  There were no ribbons and no bows.

Cuz mother didn’t know how to let her light show.


And father… well he didn’t know… or maybe care to protect.

For father didn’t understand that ‘girl’ didn’t mean object.


Home then became a desolate place, I tried desperately to erase.

And love… well that became the coup de grâce.


Until I learned, that love and home is what you embrace – not blood or birthplace.


La Fée



©  Odyne La Fée 2018

The Ritual

The Ritual

It takes a skilled and patient hand to wield the blade of time,
to peel back each layer, as if the filleting were sublime.
Why, it takes a tender, yet forceful touch, to know when’s ‘too much’,
and when pity’s just a silly crutch.


It takes fortitude and strength, to go to any length
to decimate the man, you were before; to carve a hole, dive in, and explore.
Why, it takes courage and wisdom, to see such a ritual through,
no matter the bleeding that you do, or the lust your cries imbue.


I won’t lie..
it takes a force of will and a desperate need to see it done
And passion and intensity, once its begun.
But oh… how the world will spin when you’re under my gun.


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Came for… me

broken cass statue

When night came for

innocence, I turned my head to the right,

for I thought to keep it out of sight.


When cold-steel claimed

naivety, well… I buried each scream in song;

for wrought in melody

can anything be

entirely wrong.


When the bitter winds stole

surety, why… I turned my trembling to hate;

for only then did it truly abate.


But when the shadows consumed

sweetness, when not even an ounce of it did survive,

why… twas then darlin’… La Fée came alive.




La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

In Kind

Be Kind

It takes kind, to see kind… a like for every mind

Yours a dark and tangled knot… with a square-knot plot

gone awry.  Goddamn, and still you try… yet never will you comply

I get your reasons, but you forget that the seasons are always new

And treasons of the heart… well, they fall apart when you’re dealing with abstract art

So what will you do, chew… and stew… tell yourself that you’ll make do

When all along La Fée could have freed you?


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Broken Thing

Broken Thing

He’s broken and I know

Things he lets show give him away

still I tell him “stay…”


He cries at night when he thinks no one can hear

but I’ve got an ear, for this type of thing

so I come awake just to watch him sting


I drown in his grief, like it’s some

kind of relief, and it makes me ache all the more

for him… what dark path would I not explore?


And oh… how his suffering ensnares me

and his cries… an unholy prayer to Thee

engenders a virtuous need in me, and yet…

it’s a vulturous greed

that takes seed

La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018