Petal and Fif were sitting by the roaring fire
Reading ghost stories
A traditional occupation for New Year’s Eve
Ellen and Margaret fearfully
Sought comfort in each other’s eye
Short be my speech
Nor time affords
Nor my plain temper
Glowing words
The words were glowing and were floating around the large room
Disappearing and reappearing
Petal Petal Petal
Do hold me
For I am scared
Scared of the darkness
Away from this fire
That roars at present
But will soon die quietly as the night deepens
My cousin turn away thy eye
Why?
For I am unclothed beneath this gown
Touch me hold me but do not look at my nakedness
But what of brave Roderick is he not your brother?
He is my brother a warrior and my twin
But where is he now?
With the damsel of the lake I would imagine
Trapped within her saturated web
The women were standing within each others view but had closed their eyes
Adopt a blindfold and I will hold thee on this hearth rug
As no man has held you before
And what of Graeme in whom I hope to know
Full soon a noble friend or foe
If he comes then he may watch
As long as he slashes the cheek of that watery mare
With this dagger here hidden between my breasts
List all my love as we writhe and fuck
Let the victor slaughter those without luck
Both women lay in front of the fire in each other’s arms
The Lady of the Lake flitted near the high celings of the room
She watched with a wonderous gaze
Unseen by both women as their silk blindfolds obscured their view
A necessary precaution in retrospect
Hours passed and the fire died
The New Year had arrived
Its immodest light streamed through the high window
Overlooking the lovers who had covered themselves with the rug
They had removed their blindfolds
But a temporary blindness adored them
Hold me tight hold me still
This is the chemistry of the ill
Graeme entered the room
He pulled the rug from the women
Cousins thy slumber scaled a dizzy tower
Many watched you at the midnight hour
Not at least the Lady of the Lake
Why clung to the ceiling above the fire
And dreamt out calmly your dangerous dreams
Until you too were awakened by the morning beams
But sire we are temporary blind
And did not see the beautiful maiden watching us
In rest and in play
Be calm women it is not a sin
To request comfort from a cousin
Then why are we blind?
You witness our bodies in the morning light
A pleasure partaken within your sight
The warrior threw the rug at the naked women
Cover yourself and your female lover
For I am not temped as I have another
When I am gone your sight will return
And the embers of your night fire will begin to burn
Do as you will with your cousin fair
For none will witness your fidelity
The two women dressed exchanged a slow kiss
And then Ellen was left alone
She crouched above a small ceramic bowl and began to wash
Did never more graceful thy graceful limbs disclose
Your flaxen hair dampened by your love
Roderick had entered the room
He was bleeding from a head wound
In battle again dear brother
Just a skirmish dear sister
Gained while you fucked your fair love
Watched by a watery ghost
He dipped his hand into his sisters bowl and bathed his wound
For every secret glance she stole
This fond enthusiast sold her soul
Touch not thy maiden hair
For my blood will stain your memories fair
Roderick sat in the chair nearest to the roaring fire
Who was your lover?
Margaret it is always Margaret
We read ghost stories as we always do
And seek sanctuary in each other’s arms
But I have never seen Margaret naked
Neither has she seen me unclothed
I promise you that
But your blindness has ignored your sin
For you see me now
Bloodied and tired
I have no issue with my punishment
As it comes and goes
We cannot carry on like this
One day you will die in battle
And I will we forced to listen
To you choking on your blood
On this very rug where I fucked my beloved
Sister life is not all about conflict and damsels fair
I agree
I will become a man of peace maybe a man of God
If you give up the temptations of the flesh and enter a nunnery
You ask too much of me brother
I thought as much we both have altars but they differ greatly
There is no hope for us
Ellen ripped opened her blouse and bared her breasts to her resting brother
Then slaughter me now like fair Annabella
You are no whore do not lie to your soul
Roderick placed his hand on his sister’s breast
See your heart beats very well
Why waste your life for love
What you do is not a sin
Just a desire hidden deep within
Ellen leaned forward and laid her head on her brother’s lap
I can smell battle on you
And I can smell Margaret on your breath
Soon they slept in this position fair
Until Margaret disturbed them with hopeless affair
Sir a year has nearly passed
Be quick as I will be reading dark stories very soon
From the dark dark corners of this silent room
Go back to your battle as your foe awaits you again
It is not our loss but your bloody gain
Roderick stood up and left the room without a word
Ellen and Margaret faced each other
Let us tell each other a ghostly tale
Margaret glanced downwards
I have a book within my grasp
What is it called?
Happy New Year
Well read me a story
Do read the book my lover fair
As soon as I sit in Roderick’s chair
Margaret opened the book
Petal and Fif were sitting by the roaring fire
Reading ghost stories
A traditional occupation for New Year’s Eve
Ellen and Margaret fearfully
Sought comfort in each other’s eye
Short be my speech
Nor time affords
Nor my plain temper
Glowing words
The words were glowing as the floated around the large room
Disappearing and reappearing
And high above the cousins
The Lay of the Lake almost transparent
Quietly watched them relate these stories to each other
Hark! As my lingering footsteps slow retire
Some spirit of the air has waked thy string
Tis now a seraph bold with a touch of fire
Tis now the brush of fairy’s frolic wing
Receding now the dying numbers ring
Fainter and fainter the rugged dell
And now the mountain breezes scarcely bring
A wandering witch-note of distant spell
And now tis silent all – enchantress fare thee well