Wrote this poem as a response to a poetry challenge, coincidentally just after having finished Cold Days. Hope you guys like it, ESPECIALLY in the comments section! A thousand and one eves ago, tossing drinks back to and fro
While at a party celebrating the wonders of the night,
I spied a creature lithe and fair, sapphire eyes, platinum hair,
Scantily clad without a care: a gypsy dancing hot and bright.
She's of the fae, my instinct told me, that's why she burns so bright:
A tigress hunting in the night. On the shores of the Atlantic, amongst Caucasian and Hispanic
Partygoers quite satanic (we all yearned to fuck and fight),
Fire dancers spun and twirled their poi and banners blazed, unfurled,
With music from some lost third world surging us to some new height.
Old Bacchus would be worshiped well upon that sandy site
From dusk on till the end of night. Welcomed by good Radegast and Aegir, friends from days lost past,
I shared a drink with lovely Bast (who's always quite a sight)
Her gleaming eyes and flashing teeth teased my cock like sword from sheath
And then she whispered "Dance beneath the stars with me, sir knight.
My body hungers for your rhythm beneath the pale moonlight—"
Then the fae entered our night. Clad in sky with slow-swaying hips, pierced through navel, breasts, and lips,
Both ears tapered at the tips, yet skin flawless and white.
Around her everyone was frazzled, her elfin beauty made them dazzled
(Plus, it seemed, she'd been vajazzled—a cock-hardening sight)
The living incarnate of the poet's tiger tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night. She stepped into the burning fire, every eye now on the pyre
And FLASH—a flood of dark desire spread at the speed of light;
The party entered a hotter stage, ecstatic cries of joy and rage
Came from the dancers on the stage as kiss was turned to bite.
The nubile fae locked eyes with me and smiled, sharp and white.
"I've come to see a knight, tonight." Grinning like a spoiled princess with intentions oh so vicious,
She reached one hand and all did witness her choice of a young sprite.
The fae pulled her close for a kiss, lavished tongue and suckled lips
While a look of perfect bliss came 'cross the girl's bedazzled sight.
The lusty spell caught the girl and drained her of all fight.
The first casualty of the night. There is a lot a good kiss brings, from raging lust to wedding rings
The sprite now danced to puppet strings pulled to the fae's delight.
Instinct screamed she was no good, a Death without the shrouded hood
Who caused supernatural amounts of wood (goddamn these pants grew tight).
She tossed her victim to the side and asked me with delight,
"Can you do that to me, sir knight?"
While at a party celebrating the wonders of the night,
I spied a creature lithe and fair, sapphire eyes, platinum hair,
Scantily clad without a care: a gypsy dancing hot and bright.
She's of the fae, my instinct told me, that's why she burns so bright:
A tigress hunting in the night. On the shores of the Atlantic, amongst Caucasian and Hispanic
Partygoers quite satanic (we all yearned to fuck and fight),
Fire dancers spun and twirled their poi and banners blazed, unfurled,
With music from some lost third world surging us to some new height.
Old Bacchus would be worshiped well upon that sandy site
From dusk on till the end of night. Welcomed by good Radegast and Aegir, friends from days lost past,
I shared a drink with lovely Bast (who's always quite a sight)
Her gleaming eyes and flashing teeth teased my cock like sword from sheath
And then she whispered "Dance beneath the stars with me, sir knight.
My body hungers for your rhythm beneath the pale moonlight—"
Then the fae entered our night. Clad in sky with slow-swaying hips, pierced through navel, breasts, and lips,
Both ears tapered at the tips, yet skin flawless and white.
Around her everyone was frazzled, her elfin beauty made them dazzled
(Plus, it seemed, she'd been vajazzled—a cock-hardening sight)
The living incarnate of the poet's tiger tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night. She stepped into the burning fire, every eye now on the pyre
And FLASH—a flood of dark desire spread at the speed of light;
The party entered a hotter stage, ecstatic cries of joy and rage
Came from the dancers on the stage as kiss was turned to bite.
The nubile fae locked eyes with me and smiled, sharp and white.
"I've come to see a knight, tonight." Grinning like a spoiled princess with intentions oh so vicious,
She reached one hand and all did witness her choice of a young sprite.
The fae pulled her close for a kiss, lavished tongue and suckled lips
While a look of perfect bliss came 'cross the girl's bedazzled sight.
The lusty spell caught the girl and drained her of all fight.
The first casualty of the night. There is a lot a good kiss brings, from raging lust to wedding rings
The sprite now danced to puppet strings pulled to the fae's delight.
Instinct screamed she was no good, a Death without the shrouded hood
Who caused supernatural amounts of wood (goddamn these pants grew tight).
She tossed her victim to the side and asked me with delight,
"Can you do that to me, sir knight?"