Raven hair and ruby lips sparks fly from her finger tips Echoed voices in the night she's a restless spirit on an endless flight wooo hooo witchy woman, see how high she flies woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye She held me spellbound in the night dancing shadows and firelight crazy laughter in another room and she drove herself to madness with a silver spoon woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye Well I know you want a lover, let me tell your brother, she's been sleeping in the Devil's bed. And there's some rumors going round someone's underground she can rock you in the nighttime 'til your skin turns red woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye
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!
Hope you enjoy!
