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.
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.
Mad dogs ranging aimlessly...through darkened streets....mouths dripping lies... Gathering dark souls...foul existences...those long-awaited filthy tithes. Reeking of carrion....craving anticipated releases...foul canine despoilers rejoice. Impotent angels retreating...before such appaling excess, reluctantly give voice... To foul ancient verses...praise be to Dhampir...worshiping the death of choice.
Crimson eyes ablaze, awful attention attracted....to those among us, long ago contracted... Perverted carnal embraces, infernal acts comitted...now reaping tainted souls, so casually submitted. Legions come again, to gleefully collect....outstanding debts, markers due...whining masses yet to infect... Too late comprehension dawning...groveling would be welchers wail...damnation's ravenous entrance yawning.
Dhampir, pale rider, pompous gods aghast....now struts amongst us...his time come 'round at last. Ancient champion once celebrated, then disdained...by jealous gods who righteously proclaimed... His victories gained by deceit, somehow invalid, though resulting in defeat... Of random adversaries not of his choosing...swearing revenge, unused to losing. Now Dhampir assumes his rightful place...humanity the pawns, lost to grace.
Riotous celebration will soon commence... Immoral masses, deprived of adequate defense.
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.
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Mhorashty
Evil bubble of perception...stinking of carrion., prurient interests...seeking favorable reception... Gentle souls as they flower, succulent dining results...causing the stalwart to falter, spitting cruel insults. Road to destruction, craving adulation.... capering, fawning...offering obscene copulation... As incentive, demanding mass destruction...gentle souls no more...rancid decay...inviting corruption.
Lovers of carrion, riding ruby eyed vultures...gleefully snickering...decimating peaceful, pastoral cultures... Disdaining sword and more honorable weapons...cruel soul eaters...shapeshifters...preferring deception. Carnal lures their armament, viscious desires...whispered in countless ears, infernal plan requires... Willing perversion of other's morality...co-operation....eager inductees are found, across every nation.
Oh soulless Mhorashty, freely walking amongst us---offered comfortable flesh lodging---festering places inside us... What gift was it, you offered during carnal embraces...evil truth to be found...in ancient graveyards...and other foul places. Brief fleeting pleasures you offered, high prices demanded---parasitical lust consummated, rampant chaos demanded... As flies among entrails, celebrating awful deception...no shortage of souls, offer adoring reception.
Beautiful Mhorashty, ancient tellers of lies... Herald anticipated return, of the Lord of Flies.
They roam the world of the mortals for unknown reasons but seem to be drawn to death like fleas to a dead corpse. They're said to wander freely between our world and the Netherworlds but more is not known. In other contexts they're also seen in connection with Etherus as creatures of lust and the sins of love although their alignment to death and destruction seems to be pre-dominant.
April gathering, swaying... writhing.....in the meadow, glistening bodies sighing. Little ones, running...tumbling....unseen Mother's power rumbling. Wytche's lights, sparkling..winking....Locals asking....what are they thinking. Restless now, gently waking...felt by all...gathered for this taking... Ancient Mother, fully wakened...all other other gods for now forsakened.
Jubilant souls, willows dancing...clad in skye...Ara, only...up for chancing... A bittersweet glance into Mother's power...as for the rest... pretenders weep and cower. Eyes deep pools, unimagininable knowing....knowledge shared with Ara's young soul showing... What can happen in glens and fields...capering innocence...capturing moonlight yeilds.
Most old gods are now sleeping... I hear Ara's pitiful weeping.
