Chuck Clouser
10 / 20 / 2006

Wine and Bondage:
Listen to the Wind carefully my beautiful Lorraine.
And in it you hear me and my tale of betrayal and pain.
The mysterious account is of love as is always the case.
Now let me lead you to my silent grave away from this place.


Follow the sugarlaid trail through the deadened grass.
Bring the chilled red wine and the crystal stemware glass.
Walk the winding path beneath the midsummer eves.
Then stop at my granite stone beside the old ash trees.


Feel me tug at the raveling seams of your gown.
Offer yourself and lay upon me without a sound.
Bare yourself in all your glory upon my place of rest.
Feel the Wind kiss you let it caress your naked breast.


Now that you're here in all your succulent beauty with wine in hand,
Pour the ruby liquid into two glasses as I take you far from this land.
Listen intently and gather in the sound of my story yet untold.
Share in her and my pain and lament like us in the days of old.


I met her one auspicious fateful eve.
Off the Western shore by the sea.
She sat with wet eyes starring at the sky.
I had to approach her, I had to know why.


Her lips held precisioned passion and all the poison of a snake.
Obsidian tears she shed, drops which stained her vermillion drape.
Tears for what I surely do not know, for it was never me she truly held dear.
For it was always him, the one she could not have forever reflected in her tear.


There under the light of the full moon,
I went to her form cast whole in gloom.
She said her name was Countess VonDreet,
And that she had come to this place to weep.


I asked if there was anything I could do to help part her pain.
Then she took me by the hand and lead me to her home enchained.
There she let me take the reigns of passion and set fire to the dark.
And it was there in her home that I later encountered our fatal part.


I should have known her to be a witch thinking back.
For she had a familiar, Tabitha, a cat old and black.
A tome, crystal ball and metal pentacle laid upon her table.
She had potions, herbs, and knives in a vat by the stable.


As the sun arose and our flames of pleasure dwindled to coal.
I tried to leave my love's bedchamber, to part with her shadowed soul.
But unbeknownst to me she arose too, and in a fit of dominant ire,
She chanted aloud and spoke in a language unheard with bile and fire.


She swore to the undying stars.
And had my fate incased in cards.
A witch she be and a potion she did brew.
She spelled the end of me, I know it true.


Then black ink and crimson blood emerged to stain her hands.
Fulfilling promises untold, thoughts she stole beyond mortal lands.
A contract with the Lord and a bargain with the Devil, but not in vain.
Nothing but the sweetest of revenge could feed her lust, feed my pain.


So now I lay here silently choking in my tomb.
The once red roses that bind now wilt in bloom.
The silvered metal links that hold give no way.
I lay here undead with Lowman's words to say.


She continues to haunt and torment these shards I dare call me.
Sin and Vice her nature was, and I knew it more flagrant than she.
She lies but a hundred yards away and continues to steal my time.
Here by my tomb where my wilted roses and metal chains bind.


Into the wind the obsidian dice have been cast.
Leave me here to my Fate and heed my past.
For the Razor is sharp and cuts without oversight.
Bring the wine to your lips and sip on this fateful night.


Drink the mauve until but a single drop remains.
Then shower my grave with it and feed my grains.
Please place the second glass upon my mistress's vacant door.
Tell her that I'm sorry and that I want to feel her once more.


Tell her that I need her and that I'm sorry for her pain.
Then ask her to release me from my grave unchained.
For her despondent spirit still continues to haunt my tomb.
Here on the hill were the yellow yarrow bulbs wilt and bloom.

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