I do not own Shiva, either the GF or the Goddess (!), nor do I own Irvine or any other of the characters herein. This is a work of fiction in answer to a DSL Challenge: write a piece where Shiva is evil. A/N: The poem came first, and then the prose followed after.
SHIVA
I am not what you think of me.
I am the tender kiss of your maiden lips.
I am the gentle caress of virgin flesh.
I am the silence between the stars.
I am the breath between lifes.
I am your beginning and your ending.
I am the ice blue maiden, the dancing diva.
I am death that comes on a whisper and leaves on a snap of icy oblivion.
I am the star that courses the heavens.
I am the silver moon in her white lace.
I am the cold breath of fear on your spine.
I am the cooling breath to your fevered brow.
I am the cold lover who knows no warmth.
I am the tender lover that waits for that one man to warm my icy depths.
I am the heartless demon at hell's rimed gates.
I am the silent step on dancing rainbows.
I am death.
I am life.
I am Shiva.
Dance with me.