Extract from the 5th Hall

"..And as she blacked out, she felt her legs give underneath her. Her bones became unstable. All she heard in the background was faint drumming sounds."

I don't want to give you up and share you with the world.
I don't want to call your name lest somebody else
has the pleasure of uttering your syllables
I don't want to share you, because your vision is for my eyes to witness
I don't want to walk in front of you lest i lose sight of you
I don't want to share you to anyone anything.
You are my everything and more.

You're too good. Too wise. Too whole. Too normal to be defeated in this abnormal world.

I want you all to myself, like chocolate cookie jar to greedy kid.
I will hid you in my pocket, and quickly chump you in my mouth.
I will swallow you quick and look for some more of you.

Where are you?

The Queen Argo's Monthly Dilemma

"Richard, please take the scribe and deliver. For I may 

not see dawn break:

"Possessing my thoughts

a dilemma between my legs alerts my body

Aching to either receive or release

an avalanche of emotions.

Thoughts evoke more emotions which do nothing

to tame the lioness within.

Prancing back and forth.

Walking back and forth

roaring discreet incomprehensible sounds.

Every minute that passes makes me

despise your memory more

Unsatisfied at the slow progress of advancement

I call for you to enter and your hands to lay upon 

the open field fresh with new harvest.

Oh, but you refrain

Rather, you hesitate.

I don't want to eat you.

I don't want to hurt you

but consuming you seems the only way I can 

perhaps subdue this growing pain rippling from my chest