please be fairley sensitve with comments as these are my first submitted poems. 1st is happy and heathen

Stroll in the woods

The heart of the Greenwood was pounding;alive
Gnawled Oak branches twist like varicose veins
Against a purple nightsky
Bleeding fresh sap from cracks in the wood

Into the grotto laced with ivy I crawl
Screw my eyes shut till my mind is clear
In silent darkness I can see it all
The stench of burning alters beckoning me back

To a sacred rite of frenzied flame and frenzied folk
Radiating hellfire glow and unbearable itching heat
at the centre of this the Oak
Whispers my name in a moaning breeze

A chorus of souls utter wailing shreiks
A hot spring of crimson gushes from my arm
Veins throb in time with wild drumbeats
Air rich with young bloods scent

In the dewy mourn my eyelids lift
the calm breeze awakens my physical self
Yet my soul is asleep in the mists
Of the Greenwood heart that causes my own pulse to beat


Next comes the more grim...

Adas cursed chamber

Through the eye of the storm
Frightened Adas form as she lay, flickered in his site
One of many

She fell in to darkness, away from the pain and awful strain
And confusion and mess that had churned in her of late
His indiffernce, his harsh digging words and worse
The unbreakable aura of dreaded coldness. But
It was all right now, all right. He loved her tonight
He cared this eve. This cold, stormy, rainy, haily night
Could melt away emotional ice
Now he was burning

Wine-dark door creaks shut behind
Crimson curtains fly open as he enters
This chamber of nightmares. Lair of discarded untouchable
Maiden Ada. Untill now. A thousand words unspoken fly
Out of sight, that sordid rumour pushed away as he enters.
Only a lullaby 'Oh, toady, please marry me'
Plays itself in Adas mind

Shes on her knees now, ready to recieve.
But 'she didn't know how'. She failed
And silently he made it clear
The Spirit of Dread overwhelms her as she feels
Herself fall backwards onto the bed
It claws her soul and grows like fungi to make her body writhe
And the sickness wells as she opens, ready for pain

Pain begins.
But unskilled at that to she pushed him away
Sick, diseased Ada pushed the carnal away
But the Spirit of Dread will stay to prey
Where vomit not blood spills on white sheets

And she was back again
Back to the stale, cold halls of his indifference, his hrash digging
Words and unbreakable aura of dreaded coldness
It was to much to bear

'One of many but many more to come'
So he left
Well, she did ask him to leave
He left her quite oblingly
Tore her from his life and his eyes rose for others.
Discarded and unwanted others. Untill now. It tore her soul from soul

And in that blood-red chamber of hers
The Spirit of Dread remained to prey.
Ada is cursed to keep her sickness
Began on that cold, rainy, stormy, haily night
The night he entered and was asked to leave
The first of this haunted, eternal night
Of a discarded half-chaste soul.
In the chamber of nightmares where demons stir
Upon that accursed bed of hers.

WoW.....both are wonderful....love the stories within them,
very enchanting!