Chained

Slowly regaining consensus my eyes struggle to see,
Odor of death, rotting earth, the floor sticky with blood,
Try as I may, fear is welling up in me hearing evil sounds,

Moving about realizing in horror now that I am chained,
To a hideous wooden wheel spread amongst silver spikes,
Hours before, asleep in my chamber, now the dungeon,

Faintly seeing a light moving down the stairway in hell,
Coming eerily into view, a woman holding a torch is here,
Dressed in long flowing black gown sensuality abounds,

Long flowing hair covering her face hiding her ghostly stare,
Laying her hand on my face turning my gaze to see her,
Tightening her grip on me she asks, do you remember me,

Fearing the worst, know not what her intentions were to me,
Are you a long forgotten fantasy, a dream that surly isn't real,
Hideously laughing at me she screams, I'm your fear of love,

I will reveal a side of your self-tortured love until it's clear,
Hands sliding down my chest her nails splitting my flesh,
Revealing my heart, she removes holding in her bloody hand,

It is in good order then why do you think it's in disrepair,
Tossing it aside, let's see what else is not working in there,
Gasping for air, lurching forward cold wind entering my body,

Slowing turning a globe of light in her hands, 'tis my soul,
I see passion, sensuous feelings, eroticism, and what, love,
Tossing my soul about laughing then looking me eye to eye,

You poor little creature, thinking you are the only one to be,
Rejected by ones love over and over again, such a waste,
Caressing my body, hands covered in blood, softly kissing me,

Life is draining out of my body she begins to speak sweetly,
All the pieces are here and for this you can live and love you see,
The wheel is spinning and I feel life warming me from her hands,

Chest closing wheel coming to rest, chains releasing me at last,
You shall find your goddess to give what I graciously restored.