On a steed blazed in fire
she sat aloft on a patterned silk saddle.
Coated in dark britches,
defying winters night.
Red hair spiked upon her crown
drawing the one eyed moons light.
Her hips splayed mountains,
torturing men with escapist fantasies.
With sodden laps
men pouted, panted and parted,
with gold and coin,
jewellery and heirlooms.
For gleeful glances of sublime tastes,
to an exotic bust so bound,
in tight cloth.
And they daren't check back,
to fallen and forgotten lives.
With heavy laden tongue wills,
seduced to wilder happenings.
And we stepped forth from the shadows as free men,
to fall into step for her regal desire.
On fallen leaves that bound neatly on her feet,
she stumbled the King.
Her kisses wetted the stones
purse red, puddles deep.
Silver-tongue tied baroness
delivers quick snap-whip judgements.
Bow before beauty told by god's voice,
who is this fallen angel?
Tall nobility immaturely squabble,
to set fierce examples.
Of bastards love for subterfuge,
to own poets vision of shaded elegance.
The layman cowers under curtains adjoined as bed sheets,
to survive seasons glare on empty stomachs.
Underfoot of bloated men whom flay red carpets
for an equable excellence.
In admix a tub of lotions,
pure virginal life stains deep.
Craving the pale white flesh of youth,
when tits bounced so joyfully.
Succulent skin overcoat,
that knew how to resist and when to realise.
An embodiment of sexual perfection,
driven by coy boys who'd yet to bloom seed.
Oh when that body knew the shapes and the sizes,
when it knew such tightness,
men had swallowed whole fortunes!
And the wolf met her
upon a mountain of gold.
To shed a smirk for all victims delight,
as dark roses withered in her greying mane.
For feverish searches to maintain awe,
she begged one on par.
Heed these pleas of humbles diminutive tones!
But stone-hearted goddess ignores fearful rues,
that youth is not eternal.
As taut skin sags wide-eyed,
bending to times aging demand.
Flustered aches of demise spread thin,
across mirrors tattered lies.
And pet horrors reborn anew,
in the stern sight of a crescent moon.
And in her one weakness
we did gain.
Our once sold freedom,
to await other tyrants.