I was looking through some older stuff, and this caught my eye...Hope you enjoy!
Neophyte
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 this 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.
Here is the newest….I am afraid it comes from the dark side, lol…..Not for the young or faint-hearted…..I hope you enjoy!
Desperation
Swirling cloud of desperation, sweeps across her soul---this awful lonliness, such desolation...too awful to behold. Never in her reckoning, not once in all these years---has truth been so unkind to her, she sheds another bitter tear. Daughter of such perfect darkness, using others' fears---existing on the fringes, broken hearts...her souveniers. Who is this pagan stranger, allowed access to her world---a cunning beast inside of her, cruel daemon from the nether-world?
Looking in the mirror, is that a blemish she discerns---another fucking disappointment, to add to her concerns? Groaning from the other room, interrupts such ruminations---sounds as if he's stirring there, aware now...of her desperation. That strutting bytch aggravated her, grated on her nerves---he will watch that bytch's suffering, no less than he deserves. Rueful smile parts her lips, craving carnal satisfaction---retribution gained this night, will end that bytch's...two-faced actions.
Weeping from the corner, excites her rising passion---pathetic bytch cowers on the floor, begging for...her kind compassion. She glances at the pair of them, what did they think she'd do---"Am I someone to trifle with, someone to be abused?" Squatting down beside the bytch, making sure that he can see---she displays the razor in her hand...her desire now set free. Screaming echoes in her ears, as she sets about her chore---deftly she removes the nose, she just can't stand this whore! Rising slowly she turns to him, showing him her prize---"will you still desire her, find pleasure 'tween her parted thighs?"
As she leaves, she glances backwards...at her mother's other daughter... Bleeding freely, that awful wound...ensures her sister won't defy her.
Well, I finished the prequel to "Devil's Plaything".....remember that one??? Well here it is, "Cheyenne", I hope ya enjoy it!!
Oh and by the way, if my posting my work on yer comments is not agreeable with you, please let me know, and I wull no longer do so !!! (I am such a poetry slut...*sigh*)
Cheyenne
Abbey’s walls still surround her, hateful bells announce her plight---breathless dreams of elusive freedom, her quest for reunion begins tonight. Biding time ‘til she was older, vague memories haunt her sleeping---no more patience for separation, no more secret midnight weeping. Sacred glow…impending woman-hood, marks her lovely child-like face---something else there… not quite so pretty, the risk that it will take its place. Fiery eyes keen and probing, looking out ‘neath innocent’s brow---making even brave men cower, destiny’s promise now allowed.
Mother’s voice is silently calling, as she casually leaves this place---so easy her escape accomplished, reveling in freedom’s sweet embrace. Moon-glow offers welcome succor, as she finds herself alone---past forbidding darkened doorways, recalling memories of cheap cologne Wondering at this in-born majik, that which certainly guides her way---priceless gift so desperately given, when her mother gave her away? “Cheyenne”, her mother softly whispered, on that night so long ago---“remember always gentle daughter, my love is with you…though I must go.”
Music draws her to a window, magic portal through which she peers---graceful profile of her mother, easily distinguished through her tears. As she watches through the window, her mother’s gaze attracted---to the sight of two men struggling, terrible violence therein enacted. Such shock revealed in mother’s face, all animation drained---Cheyenne feels her awful sorrow, escaping through the window pane. Suddenly, the violent stranger, calls out her mother’s name---“Candida I shall have you always, for my rival now is slain!”
Cheyenne watches as Candida, accepts what she has seen---horror reflected in her eyes, her mother begins to scream. Groaning as she turns away, Cheyenne can bear no more---frantic in her movements now, she searches for the door. As she races ‘round the corner, she spies the entry way---rushing forward in her panic, her footsteps echo her dismay. Tragic figure exiting, as she finally gains the door---red light brightly shining there, confirms Candida is a whore.
A thousand answers flooding through her, without a single question posed…. She takes her mother’s hand in her’s, this chapter in their lives is closed.
Well here is one I just finished……I hope you enjoy I look forward to hearing from you !
Sacrifice
She feels so out of place here, eyes wide with disbelief---the death of tortured innocence, she hopes will bring relief. Capering forms around the blaze, seem slightly altered now---viscous quality to the air, passions' madness sought somehow. Were those really antlers, she discerned upon the head---of the friend who had invited her, to this celebration of the dead? Or just a trick of firelight, she refuses to believe---shifting images all around her, alterations impossible to conceive.
A wildness creeps inside of her, blood screaming through her veins---warm desire begs fulfillment, sweet release...what she will gain. Delighted keening fills her ears, hooded figure upon the dais---those around her yammering, as they chant their ancient praise. The others seem to know their roles, what is her purpose here---a sheen of sour perspiration, lubricates her dawning fear. Her gaze drawn to the figure, standing on the stage---she notices just how large he is, she discerns his awful rage.
As if her legs possess, no volition of their own---she finds herself approaching him, her features cast in stone. Hands reach out to touch her, as she journeys to her doom---perceiving her role with clarity now, demi-god to be her groom. Unconsciously her hands attempt, to smooth her raiment down---for after all the clothes she wears, will be her wedding gown. At last she ceases walking, arriving by his side---a brief triumphant smile, reveals the courage she found inside.
Startled gasp escapes her lips, as she looks into his eyes---depth of his evil revealed to her, somehow she's not surprised... To feel her precious organs, spilling out upon the floor---the questions she wished answers to, are not important anymore.
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