For all my wonderfully patient friends...A final offering of prose here at Deep Realm...Long delayed...
Rebirth
Corruption's gravid seed ready to burst, festering in the darker reaches... Lost souls wandering, covered in boils---easy prey for Dhampir's ravenous leeches. Beauty's golden memory, jealously held tight---tales told around fires, remembered time in the light.
Pagan innocence shining, arcane ritual observed----ancient riddle solved, mother's energy faithfully preserved. Skye dancing in hollows, let abandon reign---let Mother's ancient wisdom guide us to the light once again. Shadow walker stalking our dreams---lessons lost to us....when will life cease corrupting us---be all that it seems? Last stairway in sight, corruption staining the night---sweet comfort rendered, all uncertainity now lost to sight.
Up out of the abyss, brave pagan souls complete their quest---dark seeds of chaos unwittingly carried in every breast. Life cycle begins anew, false innocence reagained at last---corruption impatiently awaiting birth.....repeat the past.
Grottos of pagan innocence, halls echo sonorous whisperings---dangerous yet compelling, accept these humble offerings... Oh Mother we beseech you, clandestine ritual keeping---hearts witness to your agony, mortal souls continue weeping. Gentle sacrifical altar, grain and honey to be found there---the goddess of the elder times, no longer welcomed anywhere. Cast out of favor long ago, shallow pontiffs crying blasphemy---those pure of heart remembering, the beauty of your entity.
Stregan ritual so tender, following faithful female gender---mercy celebrated...life renewed, the wise refuse surrender... To the edicts of these neo-masses---assigned to separate social classes. From mists of ages long forgotten---majiks emerge...incantations prosper---new generation resists these misbegotten.. Rites so valued by ehalted vassals---snug within their gilded castles.
Gatherings happen, in the glens and hollows---ancient ways celebrated, Mother's teachings carefully followed... By those chosen on birthing beds---fledgling witches value---the order of the centuries, instead.
THE WEEKEND IS ABOUT OVER---S0 HERE IS A THOUGHT TO TAKE INTO YOUR NEW WORKWEEK !!
This poem is dedicated to my wickedness !
Becoming
Dark presence always with you, nameless longing---shadow lovingly stalking you, in preparation for your becoming. The deeper realm enticing you, dreams of power...incomprehensible---such awful avarice you display, such actions...reprehensible. Lusting in your passion, demanding trinkets in exchange---bartering existence's sweet purity, for the favors you arrange. Sighing gently in release, sweet physical experience---carnal desire satiated, pursuing power's elusive countenance.
Chanting fell forgotten utterances, seeking knowledge in dark places---mindful always of advantage, to be gained from your embraces. Forbidden secrets interest you, your quest does not abate---such things as joyous celebration, you find difficult to relate... To goals you have committed to, awful desire running wild---mercy and compassion lost, purpose and ambition reconciled. Occasionally internal strife admits, existence of a soul---becoming is monumental, broken hearts...are not consoled.
A lifetime spent pursuing, tell me what it is you've gained---for everything but power, by you is now disdained. Such elaborate expensive prizes, if the total truth be told---lonely solitary existence flawed, desperation looms...uncontrolled. So revel in your accomplishments, for you have in fact prevailed---the only cost you'll notice, is the inhumanity you unveiled. Power beckons unrelentingly, a dubious reward---love lost is such a bitter pill, sanity will never be restored.
Remember gentle listeners, for this message doth convey... The fruit of acquisition...though appealing in its beauty...too often will betray.
Incautious neophyte, wandering aimlessly---exploring borders, questing shamelessly... For secrets hidden, from mortal awareness---her innocence making her, unforgivably careless. Stumbling upon sour earth---foul pregnant entity giving birth... To one whose awful name inspires---malignant dreams, demented mortal desires.
Birth signifying, death of dreams---beauty forever lost, birth-mother screams... Writhing and moaning, changeling clawing inside her...birthblood jetting, pooling beside her. Into our plane, nightmare born again---neophyte aghast, driven nearly insane. Grotesque incarnation, seems to be grinning---gazing coldly at mother, dreaming of sinning.
Backing away, neophyte desperately striving---for surcease, from the image of changeling arriving. Frantic noises,unkowingly spoken---bowels voiding in horror, darkest dread still unspoken. Birth-mother grunts, changeling's foul actions resuming---suckling mother's teat, her life-force consuming. Sated for now, changling casually disdains---this dried husk once his mother, all that remains.
Inching carefully away, elders must be advised---foul abomination lives, birthed before her eyes. This thought paramount, neophyte swiftly fleeing---away from this abattoir, her wide eyes unseeing. Distance desired, from this unthinkable depredation---away from cruel changling, seeking salvation. Stinking breath on her neck, suddenly discerned---claws severing flesh, somehow unconcerned... Curiously calm, she finds herself on the ground---desperate screams go unheeded, for there's no one around.
Changling capers in glee, such despicable carnage arouses... Thoughts of succulent mortals, asleep in their houses.
Lonliness constant, no time for deep relations---working majiks, performing arcane ritual incantations. Occasional would-be visitors, suddenly reluctant---grotesque soul that beauty hides, superstitious fears ascendant. Young suffering soul, timidly approaches---aware of foul nature, upon which she encroaches.. Seeking answers and awful retribution---coming here in torment, desiring a dark infernal solution.
Beauty's mask showing compassion, perfectly arranged---examining her visitor, voracious eyes remain unchanged. Such simple folk, girls in rough dresses---she muses, while imagining future cruel excesses. Speak freely child, for your torment is clear---someone abusing you...speak...you've nothing to fear. Many have visited me here, seeking compassion---you have my attention, I can discern your passion.
Skin splitting, awful scabrous boils erupting---visitor stinking of death, and resultant vile corruption... Siezes the throat, of this simpering conniving creature---feeding upon innocence, in the guise of their teacher. Recall as you die, vicious majikal pretender---one resembling me seeking help, young soul so poinantly tender... Was my sister that day, you so cruelly devastated---witness now the horror, that is me aggravated.
Retribution comes---in a myriad, of clever guises... Beware those souls capable, of convincing disguises.
Night wanderer, soul predator from forgotten ages...drinking deeply from precious arteries, her mind disengages. Painful memories forgotten, burning desire to be free...mortal death is acceptable, lost love memories she flees. Blood loss enhances, foul memory's chances...like boils that she lances...transformation beginning...her immortal heart dances. Greedily sucking, lifeblood from her soul---she feeds from his wrist, her thoughts darker than coal.
A visit she plans, lost love will regret---trifling with hearts, a visit he won't soon forget. New strength deep inside her, dawning like fire---vitality delights her, revenge her greatest desire. Birthing schemes, sensual blood-drenched dreams---fill her mind as she screams...outrages...unforgotten it seems. Disengaging herself, from this dark benefactor---stretching changeling tendons, new abilities to master.
Time passes as she practices, learning infernal secret seductions---perfecting her art, ignoring resultant population reductions. Such wonderful secrets, learned from men she embraces---sweet death memories imparted, leaving indelible traces... At last she feels ready, magnificant power is steady---her exuberance heady...awful retribution imagined...countless times already. Traveling on nightwings, she finally arrives---the place her lover and she, once lived their lives.
Stealthily entering his quarters...this can't be...she finds herself weeping... Lost love taken by cholera...in his coffin already....eternally sleeping.
THIS POEM LOVINGLY DEDICATED TO PANDORA, FOR THE TRUE CARING SHE SHOWS TO ALL
Pandora
Sweet gentle soul, curiosity apalling---greedy eyes gleaming, dark sastifaction insistantly calling... Restlessly pacing, distractions seeking---toying with her hair, voices in her head softly speaking... Arranging her wardrobe, eyes irresistably drawn...object of desire, where has her good sense gone... Shaking her head, instructions crystal clear---delicious knowledge could be hers, nothing to fear.
Am I not a goddess, entitled to know---wonderous secrets imagined, intoxicating exotic power to show... At the next gathering of Olympian elite---jealous stares from contemporaries, petty social conquest complete. Jupiter created her, he gave her the box---silly not to peek briefly inside, where are the locks... Preventing immediate satisfaction, her soul is believing---one quick glimpse at, what her groom is receiving.
Epimetheus is no more deserving, no greater than she---damnable box and it's wonders, simply won't let her be. A chance such as this, comes but once in ages---stomping petulantly around, internal debate continually rages. Mind made up, greedy hands grasping---breathlessly opening the vessel, she finds herself gasping... As out of this mysterious, god given device---comes forth greed, and hatefulness, other things not so nice.
Such a disappointment, no interesting power discovered... Mankind's desperate suffering increases, never fully recovered.
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