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Dancing with the Devil

As he Blesses his Queen

By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️Published 3 months ago 2 min read
Dancing with the Devil
Photo by Vadim Sadovski on Unsplash

I played with the demons

Let them spin me round

As we danced and sang in the rain

Felt the goosebumps assault my flesh

I’ve got an appetite for destruction

What’s underneath?

Where no one can hear a sound

Whispers in the dark

Calling out my name

Shadows wrapped in glorious darkness

I step through their arms

Letting each Shadow Demon guide

There’s power singing through my blood

There’s desire sizzling in their rotten eyes

Unafraid

This is where my throne has lingered

The crown waiting to be placed on my head

Dirt and secrets riddle the ground

A sweet caress

The demon’s hand rests against my face

While his body burns me alive

No one can take what’s rightfully mine

“Yes, my Queen,”

There’s power in his words

A blessing against my brow

As his lips replace the words

Something snaps within

I’ll rise

I’m unstoppable

I feel the darkness pulsating around me

The devil’s smirk radiating from within the shadows

His stare bruises my skin

His beauty shatters my soul

He’s a breath to behold

The Demons scatter as the Devil prowls

“All the power you seek,”

I feel the tremble in the air

“Is lingering within,”

His lips brush the back of my neck

I feel my eyes close

“My Queen.” He whispers

Desire floods me

“Do you fear me?”

He’s absolutely divine

His strength embracing as he wraps his arm around my waist

“Where you end, my King,”

I leaned against his body

“Is where I will begin.”

I yearned, I ached

My body shifted,

My heart raced as my body pressed firmly against his

Those emerald sparks burned life and fire within me

And for a moment,

I desired to know what his lips might feel like against mine.

My left arm stretched out

Our fingers intertwined

His left hand brushed against my hip.

I smiled

Like a rhythmic weapon

I forced by body to turn and twist,

Forced his feet to move

I burned at the sound of his banter

I needed to dance with him

I needed to dominate

“You’ll never control me,” my voice betrayed my desires

His smile blossoms

“I don’t want to control you,”

I feel short of breath

“I plan to release you, my vengeance.”

Light floods the space

I grip his body

Waiting to be betrayed

Darkness was a living breathing rush of heat beneath my feet

The reds of the skies above us darkened

He released my body,

Stepped and stood beside me,

His right hand elevated my left

As he presented me before his thralldom

Behind the masses

Rising like a mountain behind the demon spawns

Rested the black thrones

Like cathedrals, blackened and brushed in red attributes

Every demon bows

Heavy is the crown

“Claim your Throne,”

Red eyes stare back at me

I refuse to look at my King

“Do not be afraid.” He instructs.

His safety,

His soft actions betray the beast within

Raising my hand to his lips,

I feel my eyes close slowly again.

I feel the rush of power cascade over every inch of me

Breaking the skin

I’ll dance to his game

Even as I take control

Vengeance is borne

ExcerptFantasyHorrorPsychologicalShort Story

About the Creator

Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️

I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with, and using writing as my muse and refuge. Recently, I've delved into the mind...mine and others. Happy Reading. Wishing you well.

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  • Mark Graham3 months ago

    This quite a story written in verse. Good job.

  • Aarish3 months ago

    I love how you balance seduction and defiance throughout the poem. It reads like a struggle between surrender and self-empowerment.

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