"Forevermore!" Quoth Max (M/L Adult) Complete

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"Forevermore!" Quoth Max (M/L Adult) Complete

Post by suicide_eagle_rath » Mon Oct 16, 2006 1:52 pm

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Title: "Forevermore!" Quoth the Max

Author: suicide_eagle_rath

Rating: CC/ Mature

Pairing: Max’s reflections of Zan (of Antar) as past memories surface, triggered by Max’s love of Liz; a love that Zan inside him acknowledges for his own true love on Antar was very much like Liz.

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, WB and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement intended.

Summary: Parody on “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe ... though more dark and serious than cute and funny as parodies go ... only 1 part

Author’s note: This is a reworked version of a slash version of this does exist called “Quoth the Max, "Nevermore!" that I did a while back.

Please Take Special notice of the wonderful banner done by Tanya7496 (TBEHR). Thnaks Tanya so much for the use of your great talent.

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Once upon a midnight hour, while I dreamt high and nigh,
Chimera are we; alien human; emblazed on metal forged sheets of lore
Illusions of past, fog, nebula of vision long gone, came a haunting,
Softly as if, he was stalking, shaking loose memories of old
"'Tis my figment," I murmured, "memories, tis nothing more”

"Forevermore!" Quoth the Max

Only him, my incubus and nothing more, I slip into hazy repose
Ah, distinctly I remember, ebony silk sheets against ivory skin
Fireplace embers sparked crackled did adore the polish marble floor
Vainly I sought to borrow the night, wished not for the morrow
Warriors vanish, blood remains, epic poems the words entail

And Zan said, "Forevermore."

Then silken rustling of the bed sheets echo still
She did so thrill me; fill me, erotic, lust never felt before;
So now, to the beating of her heart, I lay breathless aroused
"Tis my love, my late night siren, my inamorata of old,
My late night lover, illusionary enchanted fantasy of ancient lore

"Forevermore!" Quoth the Max

Deep in the idyllic realm I wandered, to far off distant shores
Illusionary dreams, where mere mortals dare to venture forth
Phantasm revealed, ghostly midnight apparition knocking
Mysterious, far off knocking at my window’s sash
“Liz,” I whispered, silence answers, it was but a dream

And Zan said, "Forevermore."

Presently my arousal grew harder; waiting no longer could I
"Liz," breathed I, it is you I need, my soul cries out, I implore;
Beneath this parchment of human flesh, inside Max’s chest, sits Zan
Then so faintly, you came knocking, knocking at my window’s sash
Haunting sounds, I had heard in dreams, darken hallucinations

"Forevermore!" Quoth the Max

Back to my bed, insides turning yearning, my soul burning,
Soon again, I heard a knocking, louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "there is someone knocking at my window’s sash
Let me know, what is there knocking, a mystery not to ignore.
Let my heart still, intrigued at this knocking, felt a love familiar once more

And Zan said, "Forevermore."

I flung up the window, ready to yell, ready shout who the hell
Immortal marble goddess, Liz, masterful in days of yore
Passion permeates the air, erotic, sexual, explicit visions spark
Unyielding approach is her destination, his strength aroused
Dominate; proud, arrogant the night howled amativeness

"Forevermore!" Quoth the Max

Zan, the eternal existence inside me, reminding me of old
His stoic countenance fell away, the love doth shone through
"Though thy crest be of blood and black” Zan said, "thou art no caitiff”
Strong, powerful, hips crashing, legs locked, muscles unyielding,
Memories unfold, sweet embraces on this night’s distant shore

And Zan said, "Forevermore."

Liz marveled the statue like figure, words of discourse so plainly,
Upon the sculptured chest above, no finer chisel hath man implored
Thrown upon the bed of Procrustes, molded to his frame at last
His breath grew heavy, staccato, chest heaving, speed increasing
Angelic bore the face below him, gentle, fragile youthful glow

"Forevermore!" Quoth the Max

Words fail, mind clouded, common sense has yet to prevail
No articulated verses of mirth no rhyme, no poems of love divine
I scarceness muttered in her ear, "Ask of me nothing more;”
Ask nothing but for that love that is thine, for the love that is mine
On the morrow, do not leave me, as the dawn awakens once more.

And Zan said, "Forevermore."

No vowels can form, no words can describe, no verbs can impart
"Incredible,” said I, "the feeling of the Zan awaking inside”
The ebbs of sensuality, the primal animalistic drive, fast it did go
Followed fast, followed faster, still faster, ‘till his song did end
Till the last dirge was spent, ‘till last note did flow

"Forevermore!" Quoth the Max

No woman so beguiled my soul into longing, resurrected love again
Then, sinking her down upon the velvet, I betook myself to her suckling
Rapture unto rapture, I drive into, back to the days of yore, lovers reconciled
As she place her hands each side of the marble Achilles bust before her
Deep into the eyes of the one she trust, her beloved Max, there was Zan

And Zan said, "Forevermore."

No syllables express that which our bodies yearn, desire, reach out for
To my lover whose doe filled eyes now burned into my soul’s core;
Pounding harder, bone crashing earth shattering, remains for evermore
Nepenthe, the drug of forgetfulness, our memories were so drowned
Now released, the sinful, evil will suffer the penalty of righteousness

"Forevermore!" Quoth the Max

The air grew denser, heavier we sank, perfumed lust, sanity unveiled
Expelled up on seraphim’s wings, the righteous penalty of sin
"Zan” I cried, "the Ancients hath sent thee, memories we entrust!"
Remember, our life, remember our death, thy memories of Antar!
Quaff do I, Oh Liz, I drink freely of your nectar, I drink freely of your love!”

And Zan said, "Forevermore."

"Prophecy!" said I, "we are damned to fulfill, divination, salvation
Necromancy, unnatural, prophetic words of our demise, exiled
Yet we stand undaunted, in this desert land of enchantment
From my throne lamenting, lament for our lost Antar tell me I implore:
Can you envisage a world at peace? Tell me--tell me I implore!"

"Forevermore!" Quoth the Max

"Prophecy!" said I, "we are damned to relive, prevision, redemption
By the Ancient who reign above us… by Antar that we both adore
Prosperous; golden, halcyon years, so long ago, so dark ago
In all its agrestic simplicity, complex yet sublime that what was deemed Antar
Exquisite, rare, a radiant jewel, whom the Ancients named Antar

And Zan said, "Forevermore."

"Be that which is our duty, friend of friend!" I shrieked, realizing
"Takes us back to our home of death and destruction, the land of hell!”
Phantoms, apparitions, specters of the past, rise up again to haunt us
Violence runs rampant, rivers run red, sky rains blood in our beloved Anatar
Take the sword from midst my heart, use it to carve Kivar’s out, beating still

"Forevermore!" Quoth the Max

And now Zan, always stoic, commanding, still commanding
In my bed, becalmed, quiet, he does repose, alien body he does repose
His eyes shone the demon held at bay within, my Liz immortal, released
His ambiance overshadows all who oppose, friend or foe, there are more
My souls lies in that shadow that destiny cast over us into the fire

And Zan said, "Forevermore."

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