Petal and Fif were sitting by the roaring fire<\/p>\n
Reading ghost stories<\/p>\n
A traditional occupation for New Year\u2019s Eve<\/p>\n
Ellen and Margaret fearfully <\/i><\/p>\n
Sought comfort in each other\u2019s eye <\/i><\/p>\n
Short be my speech <\/i><\/p>\n
Nor time affords <\/i><\/p>\n
Nor my plain temper <\/i><\/p>\n
Glowing words <\/i><\/p>\n
The words were glowing and were floating around the large room<\/p>\n
Disappearing and reappearing<\/p>\n
Petal Petal Petal\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n
Do hold me <\/i><\/p>\n
For I am scared <\/i><\/p>\n
Scared of the darkness <\/i><\/p>\n
Away from this fire <\/i><\/p>\n
That roars at present<\/i><\/p>\n
But will soon die quietly as the night deepens <\/i><\/p>\n
My cousin turn away thy eye<\/i><\/p>\n
Why? <\/i><\/p>\n
For I am unclothed beneath this gown <\/i><\/p>\n
Touch me hold me but do not look at my nakedness <\/i><\/p>\n
But what of brave Roderick is he not your brother?<\/i><\/p>\n
He is my brother a warrior and my twin<\/p>\n
But where is he now? <\/i><\/p>\n
With the damsel of the lake I would imagine<\/i><\/p>\n
Trapped within her saturated web <\/i><\/p>\n
The women were standing within each others view but had closed their eyes<\/p>\n
Adopt a blindfold and I will hold thee on this hearth rug<\/i><\/p>\n
As no man has held you before <\/i><\/p>\n
And what of Graeme in whom I hope to know <\/i><\/p>\n
Full soon a noble friend or foe <\/i><\/p>\n
If he comes then he may watch <\/i><\/p>\n
As long as he slashes the cheek of that watery mare <\/i><\/p>\n
With this dagger here hidden between my breasts <\/i><\/p>\n
List all my love as we writhe and fuck <\/i><\/p>\n
Let the victor slaughter those without luck <\/i><\/p>\n
Both women lay in front of the fire in each other\u2019s arms<\/p>\n
The Lady of the Lake flitted near the high celings of the room<\/p>\n
She watched with a wonderous gaze<\/p>\n
Unseen by both women as their silk blindfolds obscured their view<\/p>\n
A necessary precaution in retrospect<\/p>\n
Hours passed and the fire died<\/p>\n
The New Year had arrived<\/p>\n
Its immodest light streamed through the high window<\/p>\n
Overlooking the lovers who had covered themselves with the rug<\/p>\n
They had removed their blindfolds<\/p>\n
But a temporary blindness adored them<\/p>\n
Hold me tight hold me still<\/i><\/p>\n
This is the chemistry of the ill <\/i><\/p>\n
Graeme entered the room<\/p>\n
He pulled the rug from the women<\/p>\n
Cousins thy slumber scaled a dizzy tower <\/i><\/p>\n
Many watched you at the midnight hour \u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
Not at least the Lady of the Lake <\/i><\/p>\n
Why clung to the ceiling above the fire <\/i><\/p>\n
And dreamt out calmly your dangerous dreams <\/i><\/p>\n
Until you too were awakened by the morning beams <\/i><\/p>\n
But sire we are temporary blind <\/i><\/p>\n
And did not see the beautiful maiden watching us <\/i><\/p>\n
In rest and in play <\/i><\/p>\n
Be calm women it is not a sin <\/i><\/p>\n
To request comfort from a cousin <\/i><\/p>\n
Then why are we blind?<\/i><\/p>\n
You witness our bodies in the morning light <\/i><\/p>\n
A pleasure partaken within your sight <\/i><\/p>\n
The warrior threw the rug at the naked women<\/p>\n
Cover yourself and your female lover <\/i><\/p>\n
For I am not temped as I have another <\/i><\/p>\n
When I am gone your sight will return <\/i><\/p>\n
And the embers of your night fire will begin to burn <\/i><\/p>\n
Do as you will with your cousin fair <\/i><\/p>\n
For none will witness your fidelity<\/i><\/p>\n
The two women dressed exchanged a slow kiss<\/p>\n
And then Ellen was left alone<\/p>\n
She crouched above a small ceramic bowl and began to wash<\/p>\n
Did never more graceful thy graceful limbs disclose <\/i><\/p>\n
Your flaxen hair dampened by your love<\/i><\/p>\n
Roderick had entered the room<\/p>\n
He was bleeding from a head wound<\/p>\n
In battle again dear brother <\/i><\/p>\n
Just a skirmish dear sister <\/i><\/p>\n
Gained while you fucked your fair love <\/i><\/p>\n
Watched by a watery ghost <\/i><\/p>\n
He dipped his hand into his sisters bowl and bathed his wound<\/p>\n
For every secret glance she stole <\/i><\/p>\n
This fond enthusiast sold her soul <\/i><\/p>\n
Touch not thy maiden hair<\/i><\/p>\n
For my blood will stain your memories fair <\/i><\/p>\n
Roderick sat in the chair nearest to the roaring fire<\/p>\n
Who was your lover?<\/i><\/p>\n
Margaret it is always Margaret <\/i><\/p>\n
We read ghost stories as we always do <\/i><\/p>\n
And seek sanctuary in each other\u2019s arms <\/i><\/p>\n
But I have never seen Margaret naked <\/i><\/p>\n
Neither has she seen me unclothed <\/i><\/p>\n
I promise you that <\/i><\/p>\n
But your blindness has ignored your sin <\/i><\/p>\n
For you see me now <\/i><\/p>\n
Bloodied and tired <\/i><\/p>\n
I have no issue with my punishment<\/i><\/p>\n
As it comes and goes<\/i><\/p>\n
We cannot carry on like this <\/i><\/p>\n
One day you will die in battle <\/i><\/p>\n
And I will we forced to listen <\/i><\/p>\n
To you choking on your blood <\/i><\/p>\n
On this very rug where I fucked my beloved <\/i><\/p>\n
Sister life is not all about conflict and damsels fair <\/i><\/p>\n
I agree <\/i><\/p>\n
I will become a man of peace maybe a man of God <\/i><\/p>\n
If you give up the temptations of the flesh and enter a nunnery <\/i><\/p>\n
You ask too much of me brother <\/i><\/p>\n
I thought as much we both have altars but they differ greatly <\/i><\/p>\n
There is no hope for us <\/i><\/p>\n
Ellen ripped opened her blouse and bared her breasts to her resting brother<\/p>\n
Then slaughter me now like fair Annabella<\/i><\/p>\n
You are no whore do not lie to your soul<\/i><\/p>\n
Roderick placed his hand on his sister\u2019s breast<\/p>\n
See your heart beats very well <\/i><\/p>\n
Why waste your life for love <\/i><\/p>\n
What you do is not a sin <\/i><\/p>\n
Just a desire hidden deep within <\/i><\/p>\n
Ellen leaned forward and laid her head on her brother\u2019s lap<\/p>\n
I can smell battle on you <\/i><\/p>\n
And I can smell Margaret on your breath <\/i><\/p>\n
Soon they slept in this position fair<\/p>\n
Until Margaret disturbed them with hopeless affair<\/p>\n
Sir a year has nearly passed <\/i><\/p>\n
Be quick as I will be reading dark stories very soon
\n<\/i><\/p>\n
From the dark dark corners of this silent room<\/em><\/p>\n Go back to your battle as your foe awaits you again<\/i><\/p>\n It is not our loss but your bloody gain Roderick stood up and left the room without a word<\/p>\n Ellen and Margaret faced each other<\/p>\n Let us tell each other a ghostly tale \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n Margaret glanced downwards<\/p>\n I have a book within my grasp <\/i><\/p>\n What is it called?<\/i><\/p>\n Happy New Year <\/i><\/p>\n Well read me a story <\/i><\/p>\n Do read the book my lover fair<\/i><\/p>\n As soon as I sit in Roderick’s chair\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n Margaret opened the book<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Petal and Fif were sitting by the roaring fire<\/p>\n Reading ghost stories<\/p>\n A traditional occupation for New Year\u2019s Eve<\/p>\n Ellen and Margaret fearfully <\/i><\/p>\n Sought comfort in each other\u2019s eye <\/i><\/p>\n Short be my speech <\/i><\/p>\n Nor time affords <\/i><\/p>\n Nor my plain temper <\/i><\/p>\n Glowing words <\/i><\/p>\n The words were glowing as the floated around the large room<\/p>\n Disappearing and reappearing<\/p>\n And high above the cousins<\/p>\n The Lay of the Lake almost transparent<\/p>\n Quietly watched them relate these stories to each other<\/p>\n Hark! As my lingering footsteps slow retire <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Petal and Fif were sitting by the roaring fire Reading ghost stories A traditional occupation for New Year\u2019s Eve Ellen and Margaret fearfully Sought comfort in each other\u2019s 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2022"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2022"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2022\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2022"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2022"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2022"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/i><\/p>\n
\nSome spirit of the air has waked thy string
\nTis now a seraph bold with a touch of fire
\nTis now the brush of fairy\u2019s frolic wing
\nReceding now the dying numbers ring
\nFainter and fainter the rugged dell
\nAnd now the mountain breezes scarcely bring
\nA wandering witch-note of distant spell
\nAnd now tis silent all \u2013 enchantress fare thee well <\/i><\/p>\n