I wonder what happens to the old gods when no one worships them anymore???
For little sister Samantha!
Little Sister
Through the mysts of legend peeking... Diana's little sister seeking... Power cradled in her keeping... She soothes her sister's quiet weeping. Young spirit with the ancient soul... Perhaps not ready for such a role... Aware of desperate arcane goals... More aware of the power, she controls.
Ahhhh, she strays in youthful vigor... Always seeking something bigger... Than what is needed to insure... That earth-wounds will not long endure. In her sweet naive delusion... She embraces cruel illusions... Her tender quest seems never-ending... Sister's advice, feels condescending.
If she founders in this endeavor... Old gods must leave this plane forever... Misled by shallow human lies... Little sister screams as Diana dies. Mournful wailing now is heard... Wise ones aware of what occured.... Thunder echoes their desperation... These ancient gods, denied salvation.
Roles somehow are now reversed... Marking mankinds' cheap acendence... Ancestral gods are cast aside... Mans' strutting ego abhors dependence.
ah I'am no where near a topical place, here Im on the edge of hell fire blazing from the sky. well summer is going to be wores. that i know for sure. so how you been?
is it really cold in Australia? i can't believe it. I heard from Amonzon that its was hot there. not sure if its year around though. but I could move somewhere really cold like the North Pole. so I can sleep like bear in its cave.
Of course I would enjoy having you post some of my work in the webzine ...I will send you several more to choose from...any of my poems you see here om DR can be posted so long as the copyright info is included
Hehehehehehe It wud seem ya need to be careful who you try to help ... and take into yer home !!! This is one that was in the works for a couple months, but finally finished it Hope you enjoy!
MISFORTUNE
Something awful about her eyes, cold gaze says she'd kill me... Hungry stare of the soul inside, as if cold wind did chill me. I hear her screaming frantically, but still I finish with the knife... I deftly sew her lips together, to bring sweet silence to my life.
Upstairs in my room now, sure that the child won't shout... Won't interrupt my sleep again, sure that she can't get out. My sleep has been un-easy, ever since I took her in... Poor waif she seemed that fateful day, so lost and dreadfully thin.
Slipping on my lounging jacket, turning towards the stair... My nervous eyes deceiving me, for there upon the chair... I seem to see the daemon child, she and that awful glare... Twas but a trick of fading light, no creature really there
Still rubbing my offending eyes, pausing at my liquor table... I know that I should try to eat, perhaps later if I'm able. I pour dark wine into my glass, hand shaking with my fear... What is that dreadful keening sound, that familiar sound I hear?
Must be the neighbors I decide, that couple and their child... They have amply demonstrated, that family games get wild. It's best to curb more subtle thought, I mumble as I drink... Shocked at my own imaginings, so damn difficult to think!
Another glass to soothe my nerves, yes that is what's required... A glass that I might fall asleep, this mortal shell is tired. Sweet opiate this time I think, will surely do the trick... Absinthe, it will ease my slumber, will dull my senses quick!
Sometime later in the darkness, startled into waking... What was it that awakened me, set my body quaking? I sense a greater darkness, something invades my room... I fear that my precautions, will not forestall my doom.
Why did I not destroy the child, was it courage that I lacked? Why only seek to limit her, did pity cause me to react... With misplaced thoughts of parenting, dreams that she could be saved? Such thoughts now seem ridiculous, would she consent to be enslaved?
Too late now for sad reflection, I feel her claws upon my arm... Moonlight peeking through the curtain, I see that she intends me harm. She has ripped my careful stitches, shredded tissue once her lips... Now hangs lifeless cold and bleeding, her mouth now a cruel ellipse.
Green fire dances in her eyes, I see awful mirth reflected... I understand it was a game, I only did what she expected. I turn away no longer sane, I can't endure her features..... I feel her rip my throat away, the way of these foul creatures.
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Young girl huddled in the doorway...such a lonely sight... Won't some kindly passing stranger, save her from her plight?
