Pride Denied

Fervour,  fercocious,

Fear fades in the flood,

Ancient art, atrocious,

Banishing the blood,

Ӕshanti rue the river,

That runs red with the free,

And washes wishes of salvation,

All the way to sea.

From Baldy’s mythology (see Baldmythology, The Chronicles of Cyralost), note, the Ӕshanti are humanoids with cat features and nuances, hence the title.

Lust for the Lonely (Adults Only)

I am more curious,

Of what lies beneath,

Nakedness is dangerous,

A blade desires a sheath,

Furious more than curious,

Fingers fumble with a clasp,

When splashing passion,

Prematurely in your grasp,

Anxious and distracted,

But you calm my quick distress,

Forgiving milky tears,

As I now watch you undress,

Emboldening my member,

Once more with just the sight,

Of a body, oh so beautiful,

A need I cannot fight,

Lips part to admit thunder,

The taste of sweetest sin,

An inferno in my soul,

As I love every inch of skin,

And we are far from sated,

Even when the sex is spent,

Intercourse is, of course,

Barely the breath we lent.


Forged by Freya


For the emblems of the night to thrive,

Despots should die, faith must survive,

Celestial hosts of yesteryear,

Benign, begotten, forgotten, fear –

For falling suns in distant planes,

Of existence, resistant, rebellious thanes,

Rise up from tombs and wombs that sleep,

To make the myths wordsmiths can keep.