Title: Golden is the Spirit

Author: Farfalla, after Oscar Wilde

Email: blueberrysnail at yahoo dot com

Archive: ASCEM, WWOMB, & AAK/SA. Anyone else PLEASE ask =^-^=

Betas: Hypatia and Sensefille

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Kirk/Spock

Series: Slight crossover with TNG

Disclaimer: Paramount owns the Star Trek universe, and the lustful version of Salome is the intellectual property of Oscar Wilde. Many of the concepts here are taken directly from his dramatization of the legend... but all the rhymes are mine. No profits are being made.

Set between 'Generations' and 'Nemesis'. Illustrations by Mina and Photoshop image by Lovin'
James T. Inspiration by my mom.


GOLDEN IS THE SPIRIT
(Salome meets K/S)

by Farfalla, after Oscar Wilde

An odd moon watches over Romulus
A lover who is waiting for her mate
Beneath the ground, one watches from the dust
A prophet who is waiting for his fate.

They've captured Spock and thrown him in a well
A last-ditch violence towards a peaceful truth
They thought that they could silence Vulcan's bell
That rang with friendship's song amongst their youth.

The stalwart guards stood watchful in the night
A feast was spread before the Praetor's guests
The Praetor's stepchild was a lovely sight
A girl with jet-black hair and peachlike breasts

Her slender form flowed smoothly through her dress
Which sparkled azure crystal like the sea
A beauty causing many to obsess
And yearn for her in silent agony

She'd wandered from the feast out to the yard
To flee the Praetor's lecherous advance
Watched closely by the captain of the guard
Who wondered if he now had half a chance

A man cried out, from deep within the ground
A velvet voice with ringing cries of hope
The Princess was entranced, and crept around
She disregarded cautionary rope

"Who's down in there?" she asked her soldier swain
He told her of the hybrid Vulcan spy
Whose quest for brotherhood seemed quite in vain
Though revolution sometimes whispered nigh.

"I'll see his face; his voice amuses me,"
The Princess said, with wicked, flashing eyes
"This haunted soul is not for you to see,
And shield your tender ears from all his lies."

She sidled closer, graceful as a swan,
"I'll smile for you tomorrow, sir," she purred,
"So fetch the man and put him on the lawn,
So I may see this soul that I have heard."

Enslaved by love, the captain went for Spock
And placed the Vulcan spy before the girl
Eleven struck the hour on the clock
A breeze picked up dead leaves and made them swirl

She stood in awe, transfixed by blazing eyes
His tall and slender powerful physique
Her childlike lust began to crystallize
She reached with fingers jeweled to touch his cheek

He drew away, his clanking chains like chimes
"Your Praetor caught me spreading words of peace,
And cast me in a cistern for my crimes,
But never will the friendship message cease.

And you may cast my body under earth,
But golden is the spirit I await
For I have felt my Shining One's rebirth
I know he'll come and lead me from this state."

"I'll touch your hair, one silky silver lock~~"
She murmured, softly poised, her web fine-spun,
Her flowered fragrance washing over Spock
Who shrank from her like water from the sun.

"Why turn from me, you filthy aging beast?
A princess can have many other men!"
She started walking toward the Praetor's feast
But then she stopped, and looked to him again.

"Your lips are glowing emeralds tinged with gold,"
She murmured, pale and lovely like a swan,
"How juicy.... even though you seen quite old...
And I will kiss thy green mouth, Spockanaan!"

But Spock recoiled again from her embrace
"Your thoughts are clouded, Princess-- that, I find;
Unless your heart trancends your violent race,
We cannot have a meeting of the mind.

And you may cast my body in the ground
But golden is the spirit I'll behold
For I have felt my Shining One is found
I know he'll come to lead me from the cold."

The Princess's desire hadn't died
"You'll pay for this rejection, toad!" she spat
Her skirts whirled as she darted back inside
And hurried back to where the Praetor sat.

"Come eat and drink with me, sweet Salome,"
He called her, as her mother glared at him.
"I thank you, but I'd rather not today,"
The Princess murmured, wary of his whim.

'O dance for me!" the desperate Praetor cries
"And I will give you anything you wish!"
The Princess looks at him with moonlit eyes
"Then bring for me~~ upon a silver dish~~

~~I'll tell you when I'm through!" she stopped, and winked
And slowly like a snake began her dance
Her silk skirts swished, her copper earrings clinked
Each movement was created to entrance

She started off the dance with seven veils
But each one in its turn was cast aside
The Praetor scraped his collar with his nails
His breath was deep; his eyes were open wide

The Princess swayed and twisted in the dark
And soon, the last fine garment graced the floor
Her sensualist turns had made their mark
The Praetor's lusting voice cried out for more

"Now tell me, child, your fondest, earnest wish?"
She stretched her limbs, each shining muscle taut,
"You'll bring for me, upon a silver dish,
The head of Spock, that Vulcan you've got caught!"

Her mother laughed, for she had hated Spock
Since ages past, when she had paid the price
For wanting him, that Federation rock
Who'd loyally stole her starship's stealth device.

The Praetor begged the girl to choose again
He offered jewels, but she could not be bought
She sought to feed her morbid, lusting yen
"I want the head of Spock, whom you have caught!"

So, seeing no way out, he clapped his hands
To fetch a rather brutal royal guard
The moon spilled milky light across the lands
As king and princess followed to the yard

The Princess watched the deadly guard descend
Beneath the ground, where Spock stood thick in dreams
But next there came a silence with no end
"Guard! Tell me why I do not hear his screams!"

The Princess rushed upon the darkened place
Obscured more so than normal in the night,
But suddenly there blazed a burst of grace
That blinded all with radiating light

A brilliant glow was pouring from the well
A thousand times more dazzling than her charms
And soon they saw, arising from that hell
An Angel, bearing Spock within his arms

They tried to keep his body locked away
But golden was the spirit at this work
Spock knew his Shining One would save the day
The Praetor saw, and gasped, "It's Captain Kirk!"

Poor Salome knew not how to behave
She'd never mused on spiritual things
She only knew the ways to use, to crave
And stared quite dumbly at Jim's golden wings

The Vulcan Spock was basking in his glow,
His lashes fluttering with sweet relief
The Princess watched them hover from below
And, feeling much more jealousy than grief,

She leapt toward Spock, her clawing hands outstretched,
But contact with the flame was hard to bear
A scorching end her teenage lusting fetched
She sizzled into sparks within midair.

So Kirk and Spock departed Romulus
Thus reunited after decades lost
Abandoning the dingy mortal crust
To be together, at whatever cost

And in the Nexus share eternal bliss
As gold and silver twining in a kiss.


END