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The Priest and the Demon

Standing by the water
despairing of his soul
he contemplates his choices;
all the eternal questions come,
was there any other way
another choice he could have made...
if so, he cannot see it.
Indeed, all he can see
is, as a reflection in the water
overlapping his own,
his dark companion.
One hand rests on the tree in the water,
as his own does on the land.
He stares into the eyes
of the reflection that is not his
until soft steps come up behind him.
Cold hands gently encircle his neck.
Then one slides down his chest
while the other tilts his face
up and back into a kiss.
All thought of escape...
all thought...
is destroyed by the cold passion
and possessiveness in his touch