The Bear and The Fae
She could soar for hours..... Blissfully.
Led only by her captivating wings, and her childlike curiosity.
It was with the slightest of ease,
her wings would branch out and flare....
Expand against the wind, and lift her in the air.
It displayed such a magnificent structure of strength,
and as she ascended with a spellbinding grace....
Her riveting enchantment....well written across her face.
But prying eyes weren't far behind......
For in the woods, there was a bear.....
Lurking in the shadows.
Buried beneath the foliage and trees....
Silently spying between the branches and leaves...
Well hidden in the quiet darkness,
And filled with a melancholy malice.
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Standing just a few yards away,
Consumed in his craving.
The Brown Bear....
Plotted against...the Emerald Fae.
Plotting and watching......
Watching and plotting.
Normally he would Summon restraint
from the thoughts transpiring...
But the bear who was without his moral compass
could not curve his desire.
For where she had ventured was more than a bear's haven......
It was his playground, and his home.
Known to be a place,
where creatures of his kind would roam.
and she this rare beauty.....wondered in freely and alone.
So he surrenders to his thoughts,
and he soon becomes undone.
He imagine's inhaling her illuminating dust,
And he imitated the high that was soon to come.
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She glowed so bold with pure finesse.
a round golden aura emitting from her chest.
She shined her alluring light so exceedingly bright,
That the bear beamed with glee
And in one calculated move,
he captured the Fae swiftly.
With a wicked grin and sheer delight,
He clutched his fingers around her tight.
And As she struggled with all her might,
she released a magical essence.
She watched as it absorbed into him.
glowing under his skin.
His pupils grew large, his pulse raced. his knees weakened.
Igniting all those wicked sins
That had burned once in the past......
An homage to a forbidden flame within his grasp, at last.
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The night fell...
Intoxicating was the thrill he had succumbed to....
Lost in an Arousing addictive pleasure.
And So intense was this.....paralyzing sensation,
that he almost dropped her.
When Her soft cries for help
Were met with an eerie silence.
she knew No one would save her.
No one would bare witness to her struggle, to her fight.
So He broke her spirit.
He diminish her light....
and plucked her wings.
So she couldn’t take flight.
While he, this beast fed on the very essence of her life.
Defeated and depleted
she lost her battle and collapsed in his grip.
Too morbid and Stone face was he
To show or feel any kind of mercy.
He absorbed every spectacle of light with delight.
….until there was nothing left.
Then stripped her bare...
and savored her sweet nectar,
while gratifying himself.
He displaced her motionless body...
deep within his pocket.
And carried it around with him,
His burden's for a profit.
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Suspect - Murder One
Mr. Water’s is a fictional character in a poem written by Angel Taylor.