Her fatal aphrodisiac-
Her milky pallid skin-
The rotten fruit falls from her lips,
her breath grows shrill and thin.
Aquamarine, her pupils shrink
whilst ink drips down her face,
eyelashes silver-
pricked out one by one,
fallen at the feet of disgrace.
Her terror is realized-
Submission commenced,
dreams stalk her child-
She never repents.
Clawing the soil,
she clutches a hand-
Feels colder than marble
and crumbles like sand.
Scraping at the foliage,
unveiling hidden treasure-
A tiny girl with golden curls;
her beauty won't be measured.
She seems an elf by human eyes,
a spirit that no one must touch-
But she, so daring,
trespassing on reverence-
Caressing the countenance
she once loved so much.
Charcoal-burnt upon contact,
the elvish sprite glistens-
Curls ashen,
eyes granite,
such a ruddy existence.
Elf's body diminished,
yea her face doth remain-
A mask in mother's hands,
and so comes her pain.
Bitterly weeping,
she wretches and moans,
frantic hunting,
screaming curses
in frightful, erratic tones.
As she finds what she is lacking,
a smirk runs across her lips.
The needle shines with scarlet thread
between her fingertips.
Patient, ever patient,
her fingers shut sprite's eyes-
And finally her dainty mouth,
No child of hers tells lies!
The whalebone needle,
brittle and pale,
pierces silver flesh-
Sews up eyelids, lips stitched tight-
No drop of blood falls fresh.
'Beloved, my child...'
She kisses the Elf,
'Forever untamed and wild!
Never will I be forgotten of you,
Such burdensome love undefiled!'
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Submission Name: Hester
