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.
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.
Ancient walls, patient witness to the fall---of men's desires, uncaring sentinels cast a pall... Upon all who in their arrogance tread here---those adventurers willing to challenge the dead here. Past home to gods and their grotesque vibrations---aged walls awakening, craving dark orgiastic celebrations... As in those times so long ago, dark rituals observed---infernal soul awakening, impressions covetously preserved.
In centuries past, power carelessly weilded here---fell awarenes feeding, dining on mankind's fear. Appetite for mortal suffering, unappeased---somber monument to avarice, hoplessly diseased. Soulless blood-soaked structure, growing stronger---echoing cries of lost souls, no patience any longer... Ancient walls scream out their terrible desire---lust for power, brings the foolish souls required.
Ahh you strutting heroes, doers of great deeds---violent death awaits you, but it fills the needs... Of ancient existance, warped by selfish depredation---seeking sustenence, from your soul's reluctant donation. Cunning glamours, this malignant awareness employs---offering nothing of substance, your death it enjoys. Timeless edifice attracts seekers, vast beyond number---these walls offering only, tortured eternal slumber.
Beware you power seekers, with greed on your faces... True evil often inhabits, the most unlikely of places.
Bitter night arrives at last, soul-less midnight starlight---casts vague shadows on the ground, as if contrite... Sadness capering, her soul is lost---one moment's pleasure, what a cost. Walking and weeping, she remembers when---all things seemed right, why can't life be that way again... Halcyon days, youth's vigor overriding---dark thoughts---darker actions, in her residing.
Remembrance brings glorious imaginings...of wicked bloodsoaked nights, and their offerings... Of power through lovely carnal excesses....heart racing even now, she reverantly obsesses... Over remembered rituals, death's caresses...wicked action pursued as Dhampir gleefuly blesses.. His accolytes, and their wanton behaviour...now turning His back, He is no saviour.
Alone to face, somber evening's tribulation...cheated now, after such devout adulation. Legs falter as she marches to embrace her fate---prodded quickly on, she must not be late. How could things have gone so wrong, she muses---this crowd gathered to witness, cruel abuses.. Inflicted upon her gentle flesh...just a different form of cruel excess.
Wakened by the starlight, drawing comfort from the moon... Mysterious lady's soothing presence, illuminates the room. Delecate blossoms mark her passage, ever graceful in her peace... Her smile it haunts the hearts of gods, mortal souls cry for release.
Plaintive cries upon sweet evening breezes, reverberate from the pit... Perfect harmony briefly interrupted, she doesn't want to think of it. Perfection might collapse tonight, with traitorous thoughts like these... Deceptive errant sounds is all, carried by the breeze.
The one that came before her, paid heed to elusive dreams... Such nonsense is forever denied, to those who serve as queens. Yet is that the stench of roasting flesh, she detects upon the wind... Impossible, her rule is just, those in the pit have sinned.
She sits before her mirror, laughing quietly at such a thought... Meanwhile ignoring evidence, knowing justice can't be bought. It is only right and proper, her worshippers will acclaim... Power has it's rightful priveleges, perfect justice is her aim.
Only fools will try her patience, stern judgement will ensue... What happens in the pit of justice, is always right and true.
SOME DARK IMAGES TO KEEP YOU COMPANY IN THE LONELY HOURS OF YOUR WEEKEND
Ritual
Images surface slowly, understanding invades her mind... These awful creatures surrounding her, are definitely not her kind. Hard bed on which she finds herself, scant comfort to be found... Desperate terror escalating now, she finds that she is bound. Both feet and hands denied to her, course hands will have their way--- Rough caresses are unnerving her, she doesn't wish to stay.
Wide eyes widen further still, her gaze rests upon the knife... Ancient avatar may be the messenger, that abruptly ends her life. Vacant faces look away from her, foul caresses now desist... His visage appears above her, she is powerless to resist. Taking up the vicious weapon, he lays cold steel upon her breast.... Her frantic thoughts try calming her, using memories she loves best.
Shifting organs hasten to accommodate, this invasion by his blade... Won't he please use ample caution, as he continues to invade... Those secret places so deep in her, fragile structure does despair... Uncaring movement of his hand...she no longer hopes....he doesn't care. Something ripping deep inside of her, sweet breath must now depart... Soft gasp is all she manages, as he gently removes her heart.
She walks alone in darknes, disdaining sight.....perceiving worlds undiscovered, she claims the right... To wander where she will, spell caster...fatal charms arresting ...her own soul's master. Admirers, some cautious...bold ones wishing to hold her tight...impudent souls kept in a jar, by her maiden's bed at night. Some regard her as evil, others avoid her path...scurrying dwellers living here, simply don't incur her wrath.
Drawn by the moon, delicious silver light...change tingling in her bones, she wishes to run tonight. Blood images form behind her eyes, desperate cravings dark result...excitement whining through her veins, human feelings, cruel insult. Powerful sinews thickening, sliding--desire churning...changes sought and found tonight, urgent needs forever burning... Reveling in this killing form, screaming desires at the moon...passion rising by the second, savagery commencing soon.
Fleeting images urgently demanding...disires' insatiable longing commanding... Growling low she starts the game, changeling tissues exhulting...fevered lusting growing sweeter, orgasmisic ripples resulting.., As human nectar fills her mouth, locked in passion's throes...first kill tonight, not satiated---perverted carnal lusting grows. Woeful keening fills the wood, deceitful moon is gone....too quickly over, appetite not appeased---unsatisfactory dawn.
She walks alone in darkness, disdaining sight.... Revelling in sweet secrets....she knows she owns the night.
Here is a poem you might like?? Let me know, please. If you enjoy, several on my profile and wull send you some frome time to time lol.
Intravenous
She rests as ages pass---her dreams appreciated by her at last. Sweet images, sweeter experience recalled---raging and writhing, jealous gods appalled. Lust wends its way throughout her dreams---temptation offered, stinking daemon schemes. Pure sleeping soul, sorely tested---for now...resisting...evil's foul desire bested.
Sleep deep, oh pristine innocence---drink deep from oblivion's proffered affluence. Birthed long ago in eden's darker regions---grim enemy seeks entry for his fell legions. Promised gateway to mortal delight---bitter struggle disturbs your rest tonight. Be strong,sweet fragile existence---humanity's fate depends 'pon your resistance.
Restless now, darker images perceived---some of Dhampir's lies believed. Joyous blood dreams, infernal celebration---hot fluid, orgiastic gluttony blasphemes creation. Gentle ingenue at last perverted---forbidden rites brutally asserted. Dark intent invades, irresistable corruption results---Lifeforce continuity lost, suffering hells cruel insults.
