I found this while rearanging my files...Wanted to share...
Let This Be A Warning
I am dark tonight And no man may touch Fuck what love can give to me And give me no reservation I am daughter to the devil And I make no effort to hide. The blade is my salvation All the scars that run so deep Flesh and soul Is all love has given me. So let no man touch as I renounce my faith May all die for what they have done to me And my eyes will shed not one more tear Let the blade come to me each night And save me from the lies Save me from the deceit No more prayers to a false god No idol to claim to love me Broke promises upon wounded hearts never settle well So let me warn you Let me say now No man may claim me And I shall fall Let this darkness embrace me once more As it did once before Let my eyes see the grace of pain And the glory of blood For his daughter has returned Let the cuts upon my arms signify my rein And have Lucifer welcome me with open arms. My blood tears do fall And my eyes glow of red I am welcomed
Hey you Ruffian I came across this old thing while grooming my energy.... to meet and dance with my aether-mate.
I Thought I might share it with you...Be well !!!
BYTCH
Euroynome, ancient earth-mother laments--- Bastard child, unholy birth altering events... Evil expelled from earth-mother's womb... Wreaking havoc, foretelling humanities doom.
Earth shudders with revulsion, awful entity delights--- Idyllic existance will perish, ending soft summer nights... Birth begats hunger, as yet undefined--- Neither manflesh nor blood to sate this bastard kind.
Far scarcer ambrosia, sustenence desired--- Innocent souls will provide, the nourishment required... Stealthy now, unholy arts employed--- In search of innocence, all reticence destroyed!
Bereft of souls, vital essence consumed--- Neo-beings emerge, barren lives are resumed... Life's beauty is lost for such changlings as these--- Daemon dancing and writhing, spreading disease.
No conscience required, ruthless orgies proclaim--- Death of innocence celebrated, the old ways disdained. Choices are forfeit, new order now chooses--- What paths are worth traveling, humanity loses
Bastard child of Euronome, heartless and cruel--- Unlike her sisters,her goal is accrual.... Collecting souls from these obtuse, too willing mortals--- Action's consequence opens, dark underworld portals.
Smiling at depravity, embracing excess as well--- Relying on changelings, to ressurrect hell... Chanting oaths of desolation, licking earth mother's tears--- Gleefully awakening mankind's, supernatural fears.
Glowing with unexpected memories...obtained stealing souls... Bytch queen relishes foul man-taste---surveying all she controls.
{And Eurynome, the daughter of Ocean, beautiful in form, bare him three fair-cheeked Charites (Graces), Aglaea, and Euphrosyne, and lovely Thaleia, from whose eyes as they glanced flowed love that unnerves the limbs: and beautiful is their glance beneath their brows.}
Chills in the night air are tingling skin The veil between worlds is now growing thin Bright spirits gather, the dead return Drawn to the flickers where candles burn
The past remembered, changes made Ancestors honored, tributes paid Darkness gathers, the full moon is clear Shining down on this Celtic New Year
Pumpkins glow and ghouls how they scare Dressed in costumes with bright green hair Witches and skeletons, goblins and ghosts Trick or treat children with sweets from their hosts
Old Jack O'Lantern with his creepy grin Fires for folk with ghost tales to begin But what do you know of the true Halloween? For once it was more than just parlor frights seen
Spirits would wander and rather than grieve Folk honored the dead on each Samhain eve Summer had faded, as winter approached Futures now plotted as Jack Frost encroached
The harvest was ending as the cold times unfurled But summer just beginning in the dark Underworld As above, so below, is a wisdom we all learn And so the cycle of seasons shall forever turn
