when you come here in germany, every years we have Metal Camp here all over europe and I bough tickets and Im going to have another blast. and take about pagane festal, learn about our hirtage and play with swrods. i'll be great.
I watch in fascination, writhing motion she displays---sensual soul caresses, so pleasing to me in every way. Such promise and contentment, offering comfort it would seem---offering bodily fulfillment, carnal solutions for everything. Drunken with excitement, pulse pounding in my ears---such sensuality never witnessed, in all my many years. Surely such whirling perfection, flesh artfully displayed---leaves other lesser goddesses, jealously dismayed.
I find myself imagining, exotic places to be explored---with one such as she beside me, I could never become bored. Breathing becoming labored now, unblinking eyes enchanted---this hypnotic creature, delightful thoughts of her implanted... Within my fevered imagining, she must belong to me---I will clothe her in adulation, for all my peers to see. Tears, they fill my eyes, for the magic music slows---my selfish pathetic illusions scream, as they reluctantly decompose.
Awakening to reality, brief interlude slowly passes---once again I find myself, embroiled within the sweating masses. Desperate now to change existence, roughly shoving those away---who would keep me from my destiny, those who would bar my way. A fleeting glimpse of ecstasy, granted through her window pane---I watch as she injects her passion, into her pulsing vein. Lovely sweet expression, appears upon her face---as passion mounts within her, she reaches that elusive resting place.
Remember gentle listeners, for there is a price demanded... Illusion, mistress of our souls...payment always is commanded!
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!
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.
Here is one I like in honor of your beliefs ...I hope you enjoy
Cyn
Grottos of pagan innocence, halls echo sonorous whisperings---dangerous yet compelling, accept these humble offerings... Oh Mother we beseech you, clandestine ritual keeping---hearts witness to your agony, mortal souls continue weeping. Gentle sacrifical altar, grain and honey to be found there---goddess of the elder times, no longer welcomed anywhere. Cast out of favor long ago, shallow pontiffs crying blasphemy---those pure of heart remembering, the beauty of your entity.
Stregan ritual so tender, following faithful female gender---mercy celebrated...life renewed, the wise refuse surrender... To the edicts of these neo-masses---assigned to separate social classes. From mists of ages long forgotten---majiks and incantations prosper---new generation resists these misbegotten... Rites valued by ehalted vassals---snug within their gilded castles.
Gatherings happen, in the glens and hollows...ancient ways celebrated...Mother's teachings carefully followed... By those chosen, on their birthing beds...fledgling witches value order...of the centuries, instead.
omg! u'r so lucky! wish i had met her =[ haha..but's that's bitchen awesome lol OHhh...no worries..my Otep cover band Kicks ass...were so doing her justice X)
