This is a short poem about the forbiddon love that brother and sister, Magenta and Riff Raff share. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and obviously, I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened room as I kneel,
always a slave, always lost,
Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
sparing not my shamed soul.
A reflection on a lover's face.
I raise my head, now defying
this uncaring reality.