A Goddess In Leather
Homage to the Goddess, tribute to the Muse.
We met on the dusty crossroads, Of a nameless, silent town, A place by fate forsaken When the full moon wore a frown. She was a leather goddess, An exile from the abyss With eyes of living fire And sweet venom in her kiss. Her lips the colour of fury, Her skin, in the manner of old: White as the billowing towers Of cloud in the heartland of cold. I tasted flesh opalescent, Violet and crimson with life, And therein...