That Dark Divinity

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Pic Credit: Joaquin Allen

 

Lucifer is but a ghost to me,
only a story for a child
perched on bended knee.
No, I prefer my nightmares
with a shade of Dakini’s
dark divinity.
And no matter what you ask of me
It’s her you’ll see
When I’m unraveling…
So, please do not pretend to know
all the wickedness I can bestow.
Cuz it’s only a fraction
of what I’ve chained
within my soul.

La Fée

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Dolus Annon

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A life without pain would seem a shame
for the master would lose her pupil
and all the evils of the world quadruple
In love, in life, and especially death
pain hides behind every breath
a whispered warning that comes too late
it springs upon us through any open gate
Yet stroll awhile in her shade
and everything comes to light
Her touch, when mastered
also produces
delight

 

La Fée

Mount

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He 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 whose 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

I came upon you dreaming

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I came upon you dreaming, yet an angel I am not

so verily I slipped between the sheets to steal  your wayward thoughts

To mine, and mine alone

I made them, and turned them

and watched as they have grown

Oh you sweet, sweet man, how could you ever have known?

I came upon you breathing, that sweet, naked-breath of dawn

so verily I vowed to create a dark and terrible pawn

By tooth, by tongue

by a sinister grace

ounce by ounce my darkness you embraced

But you were naive to think my appetite could ever be outpaced.

So I left you seething, and full of that terrible need

I left you entrenched in that slick and sultry greed

But if you find me

forever

this hunger I’ll feed

La Fée

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Rage No. 1

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Tell me, where has all your rage gone?

Theirs plays out like cheap Internet porn

24/7, for all the world to see.

Yet, we are not so different, them from we.

And that shelf-life on their propaganda - well,

it's worn itself thin.

So, tell me... where's all your rage been?

I laugh now because I know.

I laugh now because weren't we instructed to never let it show?

Yet driven deep into hiding, it festered within.

Such a sad and pathetic and unnurtured thing...

not at all the champion ring

of a father's dreams.

But funny things these dark, dank-little holes...

a spark is all it takes before

the whole thing blows.

 

La Fée

03/27/2018

©  Odyne La Fée 2018