A Tale of Caution...in Rhyme

It's not often I dabble outside of the storytelling realm, but this is one of the few err... poems I've penned over the years. It's dark, depraved, and riddled with horror. Come on. Why so surprised? You weren't expecting fluffy bunnies and sunshine here, were you?

The Hunter
Slinking through the shadows, the wakened beast starts to rage.
Cursed and bound to endless dark, he hates his moonlit cage.
Longing for a taste of light, the hunger swells within.
Lips pulled taut across his fangs, he dons a feral grin.

Corded muscle starts to quiver with the song of night.
Snout turned up to sniff the air, he tracks his victim’s flight.
Yellow parchment wings expand with a muted rustle.
Deadened twigs crack in the woods ‘neath his victim’s hustle.

Her pounding heart provides the song pulsing in his ears.
Flee and chase, a pointless game, performed throughout the years.
Razor talons glint beneath the silver glow of moon.
Eyes slit with enraptured bliss, he knows it will be soon.

Caught up in the thrill of hunt, the demon gives a howl.
Withered leaves fall below; he emits a smell most foul.
Pungent sulfur fills the air; his victim starts to cry.
Blinded by a veil of tears, she knows that she will die.

Sprawled in savage tumble, they go crashing to the ground.
His amber eyes dance with glee; she begs without a sound.
With an ominous rumble, he claims his frightened bride.
Wings pressed flat against his back, he thrusts his fist inside.

Prize in hand and bathed in blood, he holds her stilling heart.
Depraved, he licks it clean and beholds the Devil’s art.
Coiled over crimson form, he eats his fallen foe.
Take heed when in shadow, or this hunter you will know.

© Copyright 2009 Adriana Noir. All rights reserved.

It's Been a While

Truly. Months, I believe. I've never been a huge fan of blogging. The list of reasons extends far past my short little legs and stretches for miles. The top two?

1. It's distracting and takes time away from writing.
Call me selfish, but I like love my writing time. I'd much rather delve into a fictional world than ponder over the day's issues. My muses are a jealous lot and don't take kindly to outside distractions. Believe me, Twitter alone has been an issue. What it all boils down to is that spare, quiet hour, and if I would I rather spend it blogging or writing. Sorry folks, writing typically wins!

2. I'm beyond private.
Call it a quirk, but I don't like talking about myself. At all. Trust me, there's really nothing fascintating about my life. (Though...those people chained in my basement may be a different story.) I spend most of my time tethered to my laptop cranking out pained sentences or replying to endless streams of e-mail. When not doing that, I'm usually cooking or cleaning. No one wants to read about these things (people in the basement aside) So really, I'm doing you all a favor.

That said, I realize blogging is an evil necessity. Who knows? Maybe someday I'll find my niche here in blogersville and come to find it tolerable enjoyable. I really wouldn't hold my breath on that one though, people. That is, unless you're into that whole self-inflicted torture scenario. Which, you know...if you are...that's just fine too. Maybe you could send me an e-mail or two about an experience you've had. ;) I'm always looking for new inspiration.

I promise, I will try to be slightly more dedicated here. Just don't hold me to it.

I've been uber busy working on a serial with another author, and listening to Seir's demented ramblings. Hopefully, by August, I'll have finished up the first book with him. I'm still exploring a few publishing options open to me in that area, but things are going well. Busy, but well!

I can't complain.

Well, I could...but no one wants to read about that either. ;)

Hope you are all doing well.

~Best wishes and happy writing!~
Adriana