Wife WantedWife wanted, the cowboy wrote, must be able to clean the barn, cook and wash, and polish my boots. She can't be so big that she can't ride a horse, or so slim that a blue northerner will blow her away. It would help if she likes kids, I have six, the last I counted. The woman I want must believe in God, BUT not mind cussing at round-up time. Just a few more items now remember I don't want much. She must be able to drive a truck, medic a horse or cow as needed. String wire, drive a fence post, bale hay and pick up the mail. It's only twenty-five miles to the mail box. One last thing and then I'm done. One of those modern feminists need not apply. |
Mistress of DarknessMistress of Darkness, ruler of chilling torment, summon me! Take my warm flesh, clasp it, hold it, kiss it with cold lips. Rip the sunlight from my eyes, give me the night! Let me drink in moonlight, pale, ghostly wine for a shivering mortal. Heartless queen, you remember not- what it is to love! Yet you cruelly, seize from me that very precious thing! He stands now-a mockery! Hollow, empty, alone yet he calls me! Now only you, foul mistress, can bridge the gulf-between! Here in your vile chamber, I wear my wedding gown. I will turn my back on sunlight and wed the night! My bridal bed-a marble sarcophagus! My bouquet, withered flowers and the groom's name is Death! |