Heheheheheeh..I was looking through my files...And I ran across this poem....in honor of catacombs, I thought I would send it to you ....enjoy!!
Innocence Lost
Gentle soul, corruption fouling tattered borders--- No longer soaring---earthbound sadness, woeful dark disorder. Vicious soul-eater, staining purity's heart--- Awful imaginings---bastions of innocence shaken, breaking apart...
Evil changeling transplanted, virgin soul cruelly enchanted--- Seed of black destiny, savagely implanted. Pristine womb impregnated, by such filthy desire--- Reluctantly providing the nourishment required.
Ceaseless chanting accompanies unspeakable potions--- Abused tissues annointed with unsavory lotions... Feverish dreaming endured, pathetic moaning acceptance--- Attended only by unholy birthing assistants.
Suddenly awake, mouthing desperate screams--- Frantic writhing inside her, much worse than the dreams... Abject horror embraced, she is suddenly aware--- Mortal existance's bane, is the fruit that she bears.
Sinew stretching, muscles burning with strain--- Abomination screaming---borne into humanity's world once again. Stinking ejaculate, heralds prophecy's foretelling--- Staining birth-bed and mother, somehow compelling...
Ancient evil incarnate, infant body contains--- Juggernaut charged with destruction---resultant carnage...all that remains. Birth-mother mortally wounded, gnashing her teeth--- Searching remembered ocassions---seeking succor, any meager relief.
Lost in happier remembrance, at first she denies--- Shrieking pain---awful changeling, savagely biting her thighs... Birthing attendants ecstatic, watching with pride--- New-born Lord of the Flies---consumes tasty bits from inside.
Well, my friend.......It seems another nightmare has crawled out of my imaginings. In sincere hopes that it will give you a shiver or two, I will share it with you......I hope you enjoy !!
Catacombs
Deep in the cavern's catacombs, pregnant evil giving birth... Foretelling's time of lamentation, a time to measure mankind's worth. Virgin womb is clenching / pushing...birthing chaos to this plane... Darkness threatens all that's sacred, angels screaming once again. Panting with her foul endeavor, she feels flesh tearing down below... Feels daemon teeth and claws emerge, feels precious blood begin to flow.
What madness claimed her sanity, was it passion she was seeking? Hot sulphorous breath upon her breast...the evil lies that he was speaking? She knows now that she was deceived, this pain alone is proof of this... Will birthing this abomination, throw wide the gates to hell's abyss? Her fevered thinking interrupted, by mortal ripping deep inside... This daemon still trapped half inside her, clawing at her straining thighs.
With a rush of stinking birth-blood, awful daemon-spawn ejected... His yellow eyes acknowlege that, the two of them are still connected. Taking up the hated cord, the cord that still would bind them... Viciously he rips it from her, placenta now lays close beside him. Cold gaze falls upon his mother, a mirthless smile parts his lips... Watches as the life deserts her, watches blood pool 'round her hips.
Deep in the cavern's catacombs, mother's foolish flesh lays rotting... Dead staring eyes seem so surprised, to see her cold blood clotting.
Well it would seem that my nightmares have once again erupted to claim me !!! I hope that, in this sharing, you can gain a shudder or two as well.......enjoy!
The Game
I look across the table, at the player I have chosen... It seems as if my mind is numb, all my emotions frozen. How did I come to be here, I never meant to stray... From the safety of my inner thoughts, I really wish I'd stayed away.
I watch as my companion, lays her hand upon the table... Her smirking look demanding, that I stop her if I'm able. Without a single glance around, looking deep within my eyes... She cuts her index finger off, and offers me this bloody prize.
What madness is possessing me, accepting that, which I despise... To take her lifeless offering, when I know it really can't be wise? Why must a part of each of us, be sacrificed and die... When all I really long to do, is lay between her parted thighs?
My horror escalating now, for I fear I know what is ahead... I think she has been teasing me, I can scarce contain my awful dread. A knowing look once again, accompanies her actions... This time it is her severed hand, she offers for my satisfaction.
Frantically I take my belt, and wrap it 'round her pulsing wrist... Oh Goddess there is so much blood, I give my belt an added twist! She chuckles deep within her throat, seems amused at my reaction... Dark eyes they seem to swallow me, providing me a brief distraction.
...And in the time it takes to blink, before I have a chance to think... I find myself in her embrace, she kisses me, then downs her drink. She motions me to take my seat, again I sit across from her... Blood and sweat smells sickly sweet, I'm shaken by what just occurred.
Others gather 'round our table, drawn like flies to rotten shit... I sense their hungry eyes upon us, won't someone put an end to it ? I glance again at my companion, my widened eyes can scarce believe... Is this the creature I admired, how could I have been so deceived?
I feel a sudden alteration, a change within the very air... She seems a sickly aberration, I find that I no longer care. Looking long into her eyes, I only see sly madness there... The emotion I mistook for passion, was really only her despair.
A glint of steel---a sudden movement, somehow I knew that this would come... I smell the stink of ruptured bowels, feel my life-force come un-done. She reaches deep within my breast, taking that which she desired... A part of me I once refused her, it is my heart she has acquired.
I feel a shudder as death takes me, her smirk the last thing that I see... Perhaps my dying will complete her, perhaps now she will let me be.
Sometimes I wonder how many times destiny can be changed by the intervention af a kind and knowing soul!
This tells us of such a time, I hope you enjoy!
Visions
Baby swaddled in soft doe-skin... Begins this seasons' cycle again. Wise grandmother, a woman of knowlege... Time holds no power she doesnt acknowlege.
Fire eats birch-bark, glowing yellow... Feeds on oak-wood, strong and mellow. Her old eyes water with the knowing... Of what time brings.... To this little one's growing.
From wrinkled gourds tied at her side... She pours rare powder contained inside... Rock circle endures, the smoke proclaims... Powerful incantations, inhibit time again.
Shadows caper, arcane majik writhes... Wafting smoke where infant lies... She purifies this little one... Protects her from the nameless one.
Star-souls strewn 'cross midnight skyes... Watch ancient rites performed this night... Watch as time, stops owls...mid-flight... Watch grandmother, as she cries... Tonight
Coyote screams his sad lament... While others rest, their passions spent... This woman knows what the old words meant... Seeking balance to.... Life's cruel torment.
Infant soul, her time short on earth... Some future time...will grant re-birth.
Well here is the latest. It is a bit of a departure for me... playing with the metre, but I hope you enjoy it. I would enjoy hearing your reaction to this one....Thanks !
Dreams From The Lake
Depth-less waters of the lake surrender... Gifts to enhance the female gender. Here crystal dreams and passion's pleasure... Reward the worthy...with aether's treasure.
Vivid dreams and passion's scenes... Reflected in the waters.... Such power seeks sweet harmony... Gifts for her blessed daughters.
Goddess rules here, undisputed... Her perfect heart is so well suited... To guide young souls, not yet polluted... Ensuring they are not deluded.
Innocent bathing, unashamed... But, evil greedy eyes observe. A moments fantasy to be claimed... Eyes drinking in her every curve.
From his concealment in the trees... This interloper barely breathes... He watches as she strides ashore... Infernal thoughts demanding more.
As goddess steps upon the sand... Her silken skin so soft and tanned... Her watcher doesn't understand... The retribution she has planned.
A secret smile plays 'pon her face... As she stretches in the sun. When will such spoilers learn their place... This one's lesson just begun.
Trespasser's mind at last made up... This stunning beauty he will take. Another soul to fill his cup... Revenge upon this hateful lake.
Magically he is astride her... But before he thrusts inside her... He somehow finds he's bound beside her... Aware now...that he's been denied her.
Above him stands a snarling creature... An apparition from nightmare dreams. Soft tranquil silence of the lake... Bears witness to his desperate screams.
Outraged daughter of the lake... Watches coldly as he squirms... Pondering what else she should take... Before she leaves him for the worms.
She reaches out with cruel intent... Removing that, which now seems spent... That part he used without consent... Her climax reached, watching his torment.
Sacred peace is at last restored... His awful death...is his just reward!
Well....I just can't seem to finish my latest.......and, since it has been so long since I have stopped by.....Here is something by Leslie Cottle, that I really en- joy, and I hope you do as well
