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