PRIMAL TERROR

My Soulmate breeches the Sacred River
She crosses Death's Gap,
Holy Terror!
Please be gentle with her
That brave, Innocent Soul
held by your transfixing Gaze
I shudder,
Why did I lead her down this Path?
She is stoic, nerves of steel
Taming the Demon, her Soul opens beyond Terror,
Tasting the Honey from His Pale Lips
Sweet Princess transforms Death
Opens the Road to the light, beyond the dark walls of our Living Death.