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.
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?
Well....many of you have asked me, "When are you going to rerturn to your dark poetry, Dave?" It looks like that old dark side reared its ugly head yet again. In celebration of the dark-side, my friends.....I give you "Consequences". I hope you enjoy reading it even half as much as I enjoyed writing it!!
Consequences
Mind screaming, heart racing...wondering what the fuck I'm facing. Breathing ragged, soul dying...I hear heaven's angels crying. Watching as the lamb of god, is murdered on the altar... Awful madness running wild, disemboweling those who falter.
Never have my eyes beheld, nor thought such monstrous evil dwelled... Upon this mortal plane we share, our blood for gods who never cared. Adramelech makes his way, into this sacred gathering place... Accompanied by a shreiking legion, souls who looked upon his face.
I watch a smile cross his features, watch him summon more foul creatures. From the bowels of hell they issue, to feed upon sweet mortal tissue. Moist cloying stench of manflesh innards, heaps of midden on the floor... My nostrils weeping putrid mucous, His summoned creatures howl for more.
I wonder now what fevered thinking, what made me bring this nightmare slinking... Up from the depths of my despair, to do my bidding here and there? Lust for power caused these actions, too late now to close the door... Selfish motive behind my madness, doesn't matter anymore.
Harken all you kindred souls, nursing all your foul ambitions... Power gained from incantations, carries with it fell conditions!
Hello Gypsy, great taste in books. I love Shakespeare too, especially Hamlet, I have always seen myself as an Ophelia like character.
Do you identify with any of the characters in Shakespeare's plays?
Is the book Taxi Driver the same as the film. Robert Denero was great in that. Brilliant movie, I recently psychoanalysed the film for my essay at university. x
Turquoise and blue pollen, carefully set within her basket... Sacred river pollen woven, inside her crystal bracelet. Yellow pollen from the corn, in celebration of her purity... Such power in her actions, such things will bring maturity.
Coyote child is what she wishes, to bear into our world... For now her spirit ventures forth, into the netherworld. Concentration mars perfection, of her gentle facial features... Striving to obtain reward, to wrest his seed from nightmare creatures.
Un-erring love directs her movements, praying silently to the Mother... Ignoring taunts cruelly thrown at her, by Coyote's evil younger brother. Moisture beads upon her brow, Coyote's soul she catches hold of... Absorbing his seed within herself, honoring ancient tenets of the old love.
Relaxing now, she does not regret, the steps that she has taken... Her son will see that nature's bounty, soon again will re-awaken.
I am sorry I have been so long in posting...My baaaad. Here is a lil summn I hope you will enjoy!
Thirst
I strive to find some ray of hope, some anchor I can cling to… Once-before you were this way, foul madness was upon you. Such venom once unknown to me, your shrieking spirit now set free… To fill the void inside of you, where our love is supposed to be!
Tell me now my darling… Tell me your sweet lies… That I may face tomorrow… That I may not despise.
Empty words they stain your lips, hoarding anger against the time... Of destinies blood harvest, craving forbidden daemon's wine. Spitting curses your rage increases, awful thirst goes unfulfilled... My own dark thoughts keep straying, poignant thoughts of those I've killed.
Tell me now my darling… Tell me what to give… That I may seek salvation… That I still try to live.
I feel your bloodshot eyes upon me, a thousand restless flies… Feeding on these tender embraces, I would trade you for your lies. I beg of you to now depart, please go and feed upon the masses. Embrace your nature shamelessly, thin out the bleating social classes!
A gift it was I thought to share... with you my tender lover… Seems as if that hope is lost... I wonder will our love recover?
