CHILDREN DAMNED: HUNGER PRINCE AND WICKED CHILD

WANDERING THROUGH THE STREETS TONIGHT...

FROM GUTTER DARKNESS TO NEON LIGHT,

FROM DEATHLESS BLACKNESS TO LIFELESS WHITE...

NOTHING LESS WILL SERVE MY PLIGHT.

BEAUTY SMILES AS I WALK PASSED HER...

THE NIGHT MOVES FAST...BUT I MOVE FASTER,

TO FEEL THIS WAY; LIKE A HOLY DISASTER...

IS TO BE A SLAVE WITHOUT A MASTER.

THESE LONELY NIGHTS I'VE KNOWN TRUE PAIN,

DEPRESSION...STRESS...AND CONSTANT STRAIN,

THE HUNGER PRINCE HAS HAD HIS REIGN,

AND NOW HE'LL DIE...OR GO INSANE.

AND THEN THE FEELING THAT SOMETHING'S AMISS,

I TURN TO SEE EYES BRIGHT WITH PAINFUL BLISS,

EYES THAT LONG FOR A MASTER'S WORSHIPPED KISS,

I'M A WICKED CHILD SUCH AS THIS.

THIS YOUNG MAN...THIS REFLECTION OF ME,

IS ONE THING I'D HOPED I'D NEVER SEE,

FOR I KNOW OF HIS FIGHT AND STRUGGLE TO BE FREE,

I KNOW HIS PAIN AND HIS SORROW...HIS MOURNFUL PLEA.

(THIS WICKED CHILD COULD HAVE BEEN ME)

AND THEN HE FADES FROM VIEW AS I RECALL A SACRED DAY,

A DAY I FELL IN LOVE AND MY MASTER CAME TO STAY,

UNTIL HE FELL IN DEATH'S EMBRACE AND HAD TO GO AWAY,

AND LEFT ME ALONE...A PRINCE OF HUNGER IN A WORLD OF BLUE AND GRAY.

BUT HERE AND NOW I'M LOOKING FOR ANOTHER MASTER/LOVER,

NOT A REFLECTION OF MY OWN DESIRE OR ANOTHER MASTERLESS/BROTHER,

AND SO I LOOK AWAY AS RUSHING RAIN POURS DOWN THE COVER,

AND THEN RETURN WITH A LOOK OF ANGER THAT WOULD A FIRE SMOTHER.

HE TURNS TO LEAVE...AGAIN REJECTED...

MY MEMORY'S PAIN IS THERE REFLECTED,

WHAT I'VE DONE IS WRONG...I STAND CORRECTED...

BUT CAN I DO WHAT'S NOT EXPECTED?

I SEARCH MY MIND IN AN INSTANT CONTAINED,

I KNOW I CAN LIVE WITH MY SORROW AND PAIN,

BUT WHAT OF MY LONELINESS...MY HUNGER DISDAINED,

THE ANSWER IS MINE...I FOLLOW THROUGH RAIN.

I STOP HIM AS ANGELS AND DEVILS CHEER...

HE STARES UNBELIEVING WITH AN EXPRESSION QUEER,

WE EMBRACE AS I KISS HIM & TASTE HIS TEARS...

THE KISS LASTS FOR MOMENTS...OR COULD IT BE YEARS?

I WEEP AS RAIN FALLS TO COOL OUR HEATED LOVE...

FALLING...FALLING FROM ABOVE...

AND HE WHISPERS IN A VOICE SO SWEET & SO SAD:

"MY PRINCE OF HUNGER...YOU ARE MAD!"

AND I PULL HIM TO ME AGAIN SO AS TO TASTE HIS LIPS OF WINE,

HE'S MORE THAN I EVER HOPED FOR AND I'LL RETURN THE FAVOR IN KIND,

FOR I AM NOW HIS MASTER AS HIS BODY HAS BECOME MINE,

AND IT COMMANDS ME WITH A VIGOR THAT I THOUGHT I'D NEVER FIND:

AND THROUGH THIS BLISS WE ARE RECONCILED:

HUNGER PRINCE AND WICKED CHILD."

© MARCH 7, 1993 By Menes

-For Harvey-