While the body stands so broad and brawny,
must the soul lie blinded, dwarfed, stupified
almost annihilated...
The inaudible and noiseless foot of time,
the chrysallis of eternity...
My thoughts fall onto you, as The Queen of Night
shines fair with all her virgin stars about her.
I mourne the miles between us put.
O grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
and careful hours with Time's deformed hands,
have written strange defeatures in my face.
Do I grieve for the injury to the living,
or for the dead...
The Queen looks upon me in my utter despair,
leaning close whispering unto me...
A thing of beauty is a joy forever,
It's lovliness increases,
it will never pass into nothingness...
Oh but Mother Moon, you reside the Heavens
and I the earth, Nature's tomb. You're surrounded
in beauty and I...in the purest of sorrows...
I laid upon the cold ground...
If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride and
embrace him in my arms...
I held out my arms to The father of night and clung to
him...
He whispered in my ear before he took me for his own...
Child of Despair
and Suicide My Name.
Immortality o'ersweeps,
All pains, all tears, all time, all fears~ and peals,
like the eternal thunders of the deep...
Into my ears this truth~ Thou Liv'st forever....
And as I rose to my eternal feet...
life's flame...engulfed, consuming as a lover.
My hair of crimson blood...
My eyes the cold silver of my Mother...
My lips as roses washed over in dew.
My skin alabaster...the sun kissed bronze
that once coated my frame...gone...vanished
from sight at all.
And to see myself...shivers my spine...for what once was
dead
ceases to remain dead.
Tho The eye sees not itself
but by reflection, of some other things.
I stretched my legs and moved ahead...
The ground beneath me as the sea...
unusual steps...and then my footing sure.
To go out...and claim what is mine...
Leaving my earthen home behind.
I call unto the winds...
Tis in my memory lock'd,
and you yourself shall keep the key of it.
Out unto the world is the Immortal Daughter.
In her starry shade
of dim and solitary loveliness,
I learn the language of another world.
A world that was to be mine for as long
as my ages last.
Not for sometime would the sunrise grace my
forehead.
And I felt my heart sadden.
For what sorrows I had loosed my life for,
were to be replaced.
The hunger pains had just begun. Yet for
what I was to eat I knew not.
My heart felt cold as cemetary stone.
My mind raged as that of the Predator...
I felt all of Hell writhing in my belly.
And what of Hell? Tis nothing more than
truth seen too late.
For what I had let my soul free for...
would claim its just rewards.
And in the end, do we not always give up one sorrow...
to gain thrice more in its place?
To be as the Gods is not to be one of the Gods...
for their offices come with their creation.
For what we do,
there is no forgiveness...no recompense...
My way of life is fall'n into the sear and yellow leaf.
Capricious, wanton, bold, and brutal lust
Is meanly selfish; when resisted, cruel;
And, like the blast of pestilential winds,
Taints the sweet blooms of nature's fairest
forms.
And lust I did. Craved...desired with such
passions that I would not be denied.
My blood ran hot within my veins and I
worked my way to the soundings of the
pumping hearts that consumed my ears.
Stalking with stealthy step...closer ...closer...
I found a smorgasborg of fleshy delights,
waiting...like sheeps to the slaughter...but
more like harlots...male and female alike.
Their drunkeness an incense filling the night air.
Their gayeties, contagious, infectious...and i knew
I'd never hunger again. They called out for my
swift hands...that I would end their facade of joy.
They longed to give in...and I took two...
plump and tasty...their blood as gravy and I dined...
sopping with their flesh...they squealed...in fear and
gratefullness...and I sickened by their ease...such whores
for death they were...
A hunter like a lover~ if the game be got with too much ease
they care not for it...
And this kill...would just be the beginning.
And it seems Eternity is just that…
In my age I grew cold to drinking blood…
I longed for the satiation only to be gotten with him.
The one I had ancient years ago loosed my life for…
In sorrow? In cowardice? In sheer utter hate for the world?
Matters not…Throughout the ages I have long searched him…
He eluded me…
But to know if he meant it or not, I dare not peer into his
mind…
For what I may find I may not want and now…I cannot die
again…
He will have to live immortality out within my realm…
Darkness is mine…Lust and Murder and Rape and Theft…
Torture and Pleasure and Hatred are mine…
I am Queen of the mortal hellish nightmares…
My soul is but half with me…he bears the other half…
I shall reclaim that which is mine…
And he need not love me for it, or because of it, or
despite it…
For with the icing of my heart…love is no longer necessary…
It is little more than a casual stroke of an ego far over
grown as it is…
My fruit has no nectar left within…though to be in his
embrace could make my folds swell unmercilessly…
And though he could enter my hot center and plunge again
and again…
I could not saturate him as I once did…
And his sweetened seed would fall dead inside of me…
Nothing that once lives… survives my embrace…
And so I walk these deserted lands tonight…as all fear my
touch…they are locked within their own little sanctuaries…
I listen for his breath…his hearts beat…the soft rising and
falling of his chest…
His hair to fall lazily across his shoulders…as the Queen
kisses his cheek in his deep slumber…she reaches him from
the open window of his chamber…
A blood tear falls from my eye…and my journey never ends.
~Kory~
05 thru 07/02
Many thanks and credit to the Masters of old for their words and works which I have tried humbly and carefully to wrap my own thoughts around...I feel I have an acceptable boquet.
