On Her Day, She Wails

Great mother of all
on her day, she wails.
A crude joke,
heavenly gods
left her clutching
ungrateful offspring
her wide-bosomed
frame ravaged.

Whoa! She cautions
Milk supply insufficient
to feed ever-growing
numbers.

Nipples cracked and
bleeding, gaping maw
continues to suck
her dry.

Be merciful to the innocent:
rocks
clouds
streams
glaciers
and all
creatures
that partake
for survival.

Generous in nature
she bellows gutted
not to be abused
by the amused.

On her day, she wails
for anyone with ears
to hear her cries.

In response to: “On Her Day, Gaia Wails” Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month Challenge.

Love in the Dungeons

Born of dragons, breathes
fire to transform a stunted
dwarf; a thing of beauty

Faithful servant adrift
falls hard into the arms
strong as a mountain

Dwarf seeking glory
leads scaly prince
down the Dungeons

Where race card matters
not. Master awaits to
officiate the union.

Note: Dragonborn and Dwarf are characters from a fantasy roleplaying game, I amuse myself with in my spare time.

Poem in response to prompt, “Legendary Beings in Love” for Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month Challenge.