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.
I would ask you for your energy, in this time of desperation; for one who means so much to me !!
Disease
Pain extends beyond my soul, my awful thoughts persist....emotion raging inside of me, I am helpless to resist. This fucking life confuses me, I cannot withstand the pain...deep inside of me, my desperate hope, hopelessly begins again. This roller coaster so cold and cruel, my ticket indelibly stamped...I didn't pay this awful fare, evil legions are encamped... Around my stricken heart, they roam...salvation's price so necessary...your joyous return home.
The lips through which I wait to hear, I am so fucking scared.... The hopeful words to release my soul, from the agony we have shared.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend with these dark images, my friend !!!
Ingenue
Shadow writhing in the mirror, intense eyes staring...mirror in shards, fractured faces glaring... Imagination soaring, fragile reality in tatters...things gone horribly wrong, escape is all that now matters. Arcane gestures performed, evil unknowingly seeded...franticly seeking asylum, sanctuary desperately needed. Awful spawn of her conjuring, suddenly sitting beside her...she repeatedly screams, soul ripped out from inside her.
Sudden quiet descends, marred only by panting...hideous creature she birthed, quietly chanting... Forbidden, almost forgotten verses...bathing in foul birthblood...capering, reciting Assyrian curses. Fell shadow now here, as young ingenue commanded...her naive soul forfeit, as custom demanded... Evil grin spreading, across mal-formed features...squirming soul eagerly devoured, the way of such creatures.
Writhing and dancing this foul imp of destruction---now prostrate in obescience, he receives his instruction... Gleeful imaginings, soon to be dreadfully clear---fell imp thirsting for this mortal, ambrosial fear. Clad now in false beauty, traveling openly among us---foul urges hidden for now, his mission to urge us... To act with abandon, pursue beastial passion---demean us, leave us empty of human compassion.
Cycle endlessly repeated...why won't we learn... Mankind hopelessly diseased...destined to burn.
Thank you for your kind words of encouragement, W C !!
A word of warning to men everywhere who would presume to trifle with the Ladies.
Annabelle
She strolls along, her stealth uncanny...eyes expressing her disbelief . Deaths sweet release, the prize she seeks ....her ultimate relief. Foul odor accompanies sweet anabelle..sensed, not quite discerned. Steady on, her mission paramount....attracting notice, unconcerned.
Life's lustre lost this fateful day...betrayors' paid the price... Damage done her soul this day...just payment exacted, thrice. Wretched pair offended her...continued existance, foul insult... Indescretion not allowed, swift awful vengence...inevitable result.
The hearts she carries in her hands, seem yet to flutter, still... Is better to have loved and lost, what silly nonsense...utter swill. Anticipation, heartbeat rapid...cruel vengence still incomplete... Tonight's cold moon holds promise...carnal yearning will retreat.
Honeysuckle upon the breeze...mother moon ascends the sky... Course of action plain enough, Annabelle begins to cry. Inserting steel through protesting flesh...involuntary groan.... Three hearts lay upon the alter-stone...the beating one, her own.
A departure..... in the interest of those of you, who know who you are...........
Beauty's Beast
Upon awakening, life's essence infusing her---manufactured images, cruel thoughts are abusing her. Ceaseless yearning for elusive universal acceptance---resulting in chaotic nonsensical repentance... Daemon goddes of beauty, in her wisdom demands---blood sacrifice, painful existence, it's what she commands. Pagan goddess insatiable, lusting for blood---indecisive emotions, vile result is a flood... Of precious soul nectar, vitality soiled---cheap carnal results, promised rewards hopelessly spoiled.
Innocent soul led astray, now hopelessly addicted---to chimeric ideals, fell result easily predicted. Still hopefully pursuing idealized un-attainable perfection---innocence sacrificed on the altar of the mirror's reflection. Turning to darkness, where such activities thrive---blessing uncaring goddess as she hopelessly strives... For surcease from this madness, past sacrifices demeaned---desperate promises, fervent prayers hoplessly screamed. Desperation, sweet music, such despair thoroughly enjoyed---this false goddess won't listen, being mildly annoyed.
Daemon schemes, foul plans threatening to engulf her---interrrupted by by the powerful, sweet voice from inside her. Startled daemon reacts, she is mortally offended---this undesired complication, was never intended. With crystalline beauty, words clear as a bell---false goddess commanded to go straight back to hell!
Remember you possesor's of beautiful souls.... Struggle is always rewarded...strive for reasonable goals.
Scabrous thoughts invade her dreams, body twitching...reality's essence buried again, graphic scenes bewitching... Her lovely countenence distorted, desperation....lovely form mantled in sparkling perspiration. Truths proven through years of contemplation...no longer yield expected wanton exhultation... Time has come to fully embrace...dark consequences, damned awful place.
Sweet youth, payment demanded...lifeblood, once accepted...no longer commanded... Instead of words casually emoted...Evil requires souls totally devoted. Serve the beast, lament deception....service ahead engenders trepidation... In souls whose anchor is desperation...now available for Dhampir's recreation.
Eternity looms, rebellious thought intrudes...remembered indulgence, meager sustainance proves... Too much for surface recitation...of ancient oaths...now lost among self-gratification. Hear me, thou easily converted....payment comes due...shallow souls perverted... Darkness reigns,light forbidden...the cost of power, no longer hidden.
This word of warning endlessly repeated... Power eludes those easily cheated.
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