Wench

Transforming eye - I are transforming.

A spider's eye.

'...a vision of their own deepest longing..'

..is finally coming true.

Living and breathing the breath of my wild woman;

of our wild woman.

'..and behind its veil..'

..they do dare to curse, they do dare to dream,

and they scream

..although no one ever told them why.

'Listen to mine eye,' she says,

'and thy shall go far.'

She's much more prominent now, much more prominent and juicy,

yes, she is juicy, and warm,

and she's coming for her knight.

Does he know the answer?

Is he willing, not to fight, but to love?

Sweet, scented dove,

where was the peach that got bruised?

Impaled and bloodied,

for she listened and she lived

to tell the tale

of how amazing a feeling it is, 

to finally forgive.