Fever dream made manifest
What ails thee, oh knight so haggard and woe begotten,
That met a lady among the reeds so supple was she that to witness was to see the divine
Her hair was long, her footsteps heavy
And her eyes were wild with lust
The maiden fair, shone golden hair her curves were not forgotten. She lay them bare, for bold sir knight to admire, to caress and to beguile him
He did resist, at first though her charm sensual nature did sway him
And through heavy breaths she begged him yet
In a rapturous lust he was overcome with deepest carnal desire. He was lost in a flurry of food and flesh that overcame his every thought. It was his meaning, his duty and all else ceased to matter.
He found her roots of relish sweet and funneled her honey wild and true, though she grew, it was never enough and she craved ever more.
She grew and she grew, as if nothing was changed his strength did start to fail him.
And so he set to feed her yet, his world aflame with passion. For this fair nymph, did away him with in truest of fae fashion.
She ate her fill, and more yet still, she begged fair knight to feed her. She lulled him so, into trance and sin with such woe he succumbed to her enchanting aura.
And there he did stay, for an eternity making her larger. She always did moan and beg and groan for him to make her fatter.
His body bent and broken he could no more serve her, so she sent him from her enchantment thus to go to the world before her.
Upon his dreams he saw kings, and queens that utterly failed to sustain her. Then upon his lips she placed a kiss, sending him to a malaise of madness
Pale with woe, he realized nothing would truly suffice her
He awoke a shell, cold and broken his energy spent on passion
Forced to wander seeking her still, not knowing she had already begun to look for another