There is a seperate reality...where dreams are real, and those who can......FLYYYYY!
For my Sweet Lynn and Lilly !
Nyght Flyght
They dry their gossamer wings together.... They have starlight dreams to gather... They spread their glistening wings tonight... In anticipation of mid-night flight.
Perfect moonlight softly glowing... Majik dreamscape filled with knowing... Both have spent a lifetime waiting... Longing for this joyous mating.
Ancient knowlege freely given... To those who's souls are only driven... By purity and best intentions... Those who seek divine ascension.
So like children they gather here... Their balance masters their mortal fear. The Goddess in her wisdom blesses... Arcane chants and love's caresses.
Silken night breeze holds her breath... Suspended now 'tween flight and death... Their care-worn hearts choose sweet release... Ascending as their fears decrease.
Embracing as they fly together... Soaring above the streams and heather... Goddess weeps at such perfection... She takes them under her wise protection.
These brave seekers of aether's gift... Ride sly night-currents as they shift... Between this plane and that beyond... Sweet laughter as new dreams are spawned.
Brief thanks they give to one who cared... One who knew what could be shared... They giggle as they fly away... Will they return...no one can say.
Two hearts eagerly pulse as one... Their souls entwined, their journey begun.
Well....once again, it has been way to long since I visited you.....Here is my peace offering......I hope you enjoy it ..
BTW, this poem concerns the original Stregan belief system......approximately in the time frame of the Druids in Britain....though this locale is southern Italy (what is to become a unified Italy anyway) in the "boot" portion of that country.....
Stregheria
Grottoes of awareness, resounding with the crystal sound... Of sweet pure voices singing there, waiting to be found.
Innocence in its varied guises, displayed for pristine divine pleasure... In all its varied permutations, images that ancient Goddess treasures! Gentle Stregan generation, survivors of the darker times... Still practice careful majik sendings, reciting arcane power rhymes.
Listen as the little ones, chosen on their birthing beds... Sing the ancient melodies, repeating what the Goddess said. Oh Mother in your lofty aerie, receive this offering from our hearts... We seek your blessed intervention, we claim the knowlege you impart.
Remember ancient Calabria, when her forests reigned supreme?... Before your teachings were perverted, before misguided papal schemes? Long before Arcadians, came slinking to our shores... We remember sacred Mother, the knowlege that you taught before.
Both sides of majik doth require, that the Goddess and her lover... Once again unite together, in hopes your faithful can discover... Forgotten power once obtained... Rites once lost... .. must be regained.
Rise again and walk among us, look again upon our faces... Renounce the slumber of the ancients, reclaim all your holy places. Too long mankind has forgotten, the awful price your wrath exacts... Too long since your sorrow claimed you, time now for you to react.
Pillars of creation groan, as dear hallowed Mother wakens... Too long since her teachings prospered, long ago she was forsakened... Now her time comes 'round again... Free at last... .. no longer chained.
Fearsome mother of Diana, we seek your blessing once again... Gathered here upon the Sabbat, chanting your sacrosanct refrain.
Here is my latest....how similar things all are in the end...it is truly ironic.....all we do is pick our own master!! I hope you enjoy!
Daemon-Hound
Panting from extreme exertion...further survival is far from certain. Devil's spawn now close behind her...she wonders how the hell he finds her.
Sanctuary far away, chances slim in that direction... Hell-hound baying in the distance, her weapons offer scant protection. Once again she finds her rhythm,striving for life's preservation... Slipping, sliding in her flight...frantic in her desperation.
She doesn't notice in her haste, the drop of blood she leaves behind... Precious nectar betrays her passage, a scent unique to human-kind. Such carelessness not tolerated, by the elders of her clan... Lapses are so often fatal, the result is often death...unplanned.
Stygian landscape offends her senses, still she strives for distance from... This unholy creature tracking her, she knows the worst is yet to come. Meantime in the misty distance, night-mare hound has found her spoor... Succulent blood-scent sets him snapping, his dripping jaws demanding more.
Pissing in insane excitement, tail tightly tucked around his balls... Baying his obscene enchantment, he listens to foul nature's call. He tastes the blood upon the ground, yearning for complete fulfillment... His frenzied brain relays the message, only blood will bring contentment.
Relentless in his fell pursuit, cruel death it takes to calm this brute. Only then can he return, with her stolen soul to burn.
As she approaches lower ground, approaches understanding's calm... It seems as if her cares have fled, as if her soul has been embalmed. Surely she could make her stand here, make her final dance resound... Show that she is not defeated, make this the place she kills the hound.
As if her very thoughts have brought him, conjured from her fevered dreams... Beast makes his awful presence known, with daemon sounds and nightmare screams. She stands alone; tall and defiant, slowly she unsheaths her blade... Mind racing as she sets herself, relieved now...her decisions made.
As if no distance seperates them, as if his sight were magnified... He sees the pulse within her throat, dark wishes he will satisfy. A coughing snarl escapes his lips, as he leaps to sate his hunger... Quick as thought he is upon her, he is fast but she is younger.
He feels a burning deep inside him, as his teeth lock on her throat... The blood that fills his mouth is tasteless, all sensation seems remote. Thoughts of his master's retribution, fill his mind as he is dying... Last sound he hears upon this plane, the sound of gentle maiden crying.
Pinned beneath the reeking carcass, her life-blood seeps into the earth... Gore-crows gather all about her, to feed on carnage she has birthed. Yet she is happy for she knows, it is her soul that she has saved... Mortal death a price worth paying, courageous souls are not enslaved.
At the moment of her death, even as she draws her final breath... The goddess whispers in her ear, daughter...I will keep you near.
Have ya ever wondered what that Catholic Nun who works as a nurse in the hospital did for entertainment???? Well here is one I dredged out of the depths of my imagination...heheheh....I hope you enjoy the latest!!
Black Onyx
A time to hear and to obey... Commanding beauty she doth convey... Angel of mercy so dark and vicious--- Power abused...but the blood's delicious.
Approaching the bed that just arrived.. She feels a stirring from deep inside. His wide eyes beg her for escape... From his pain...infernal plans taking shape.
An injection to increase his hurting--- She licks his skin before inserting... A monstrous needle in his vein--- Time for her evil games again.
Hell's half-sister of creation shines... Through rough vessels, at such times. Agony birthed so hot with-in him, No succor by this harlot...given.
Chanting and awful acts conspire.... To bring about what she desires. Death and cold destruction reign... Soon only death's release remains.
Laying naked upon the bed beside him... Her body alive, with wild...anticipation. Foul ritual now demands completion... A bath for her, in death's secretions.
Adding spice to her deprivation... His agony fueling her desperation... She reaches blessed culmination... Better than pious masturbation.
Groaning marks her soul's release... Imagined outrage of parish preists... Should they learn of secret rites.. Performed by her on duty nights!
Adjusting garments, tying laces... Bathing him to remove all traces... Of her night's perverse attraction... Removing signs of her satisfaction.
Soon...another she shall use... Another corpse she can abuse.
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