09 June 2011

Vampirical Aberration

Dark Ages: Fire
Vampirical Aberration

A vampire slept in the darkness of mountain, and the wolves found him and bowed and knelt, the blood drinker told the wolves to ‘howl when the moon shines’ because he hated the light, they agreed to the deal if he gave them the meat of his kills. The vampire created a giant coven over the years and the wolves began to starve, and the coven began to drink the wolves’ blood, and the treaty was broken. The vampires became dark in the torrid moonlight but survived, and from the mountain, they began their kingdom over humans, until the humans began to bury them and crucify them in the sunlight, a pregnant woman poisoned into one of them before she knows that she bears child, and the gods gave the child a life of both worlds. Hungered for blood and walker of the day, but a demon saw the body as a vessel of beauty and possessed the child at an early age, the strength of the demon combined well with the vampire. The bloodlust was controlled and used as the torment of an angry soul for entertainment, the soul of the beast trapped in darkness, and the demon tortured the soul. In the mind, the soul was a god and created light and creatures to kill and when the soul of the vampire grew strong and tore through the mental bonds it recaptured control of its body. Trapped for many more years than seven it awoke and stared in the mirror. It spoke to an army at its control, and condemned the gods for a life not its own, then filled the waters with blood and covered the soil with bones. Sorrow and melancholy and lachrymose, suicide from the blade made of cold stone, and the followers watched the body turn to ash, and they cried. The ashes burned through the soil to hell, when burning to hell the ashes became the bloody feathers of Valkyrie wings, and the soul of the condemned vampire lauded by the demons. The demon king turned the vampire into a winged demon and sent him to Midgard as the ninth demonic general and antichrist. He made war for the desert people and fires for the warm fields by lightning just before the rain fell on the ashes, and brought the plague to the land. Scintillated by science, murdering the idolaters and religious tribes, until his justice seemed no more than a corrupt idea, Loki, could take no more of this. He condemned the antichrist, and the great wolf Fenrir hunted the demon and caught him out of the air, and in its sharp jaws it dragged the demon through the desert, over the sands grinding away its skin. Through the salt of the dried sea raised Jormurgand at the ocean and swallowed the antichrist as the great Thor watched the house of vampire decay.

Memory voices, disowned, man by the dying gods surround, and the races art dead but the humanity, and the graves watch them. Generations, filling the nine colors, and watch they each the other, but rest they are the last to know and starve all compassion, and Time reversed its insipid wretched fires and sheltered the beast as one became two. How was this the weak were not, predator and prey drifting apart but in death-spiral, deathlike the predators keep their civility and the prey will grow strong or fall from the family of man. Violent aromatic crystalline compound, spinning diamonds where the eyes should be, born to survive the song of revolution, the world suffering a psychosocial depersonalization disorder doth adept at the river Styx, where the gods shall drink from the river of blood. The warlord caterwauls for she, the divine goddess, to take hand-to-hand, and the castes above became strong with power. Fearless to fates as they live hundreds of scores longer than live the ancestor, ken the kin downriver getting smaller and taken like kettle fish for the supper. The farms grow unabated, law of the land consume the poor and bastards few whence there is place for any all, feeding for survival. Sight for the hunt, and the day dread the sunset for the moon will kill it in the night, demoniac propagation like vampires spreading into the fog of time with radiant power and silent splendor, when darkness falls we are reborn. Let the silk hang from the ceiling, fete and frolicking in the waves of harvest where Eden blooms a day, with the dragons of fire and ice. Through the valley of the shadow of death, sow the seed in rows to the edge of the earth in good measure, for The Glutton will try to put you in the golden chalice or the silver chair, and the hourglass shall hold. The time to play behind the curtain of deceit, in the rivers of rain, as the rats chase the finest seed they spread disease, look to the treasures of the mind.

Hunted were vampires until the hunters grew thick skin and heavy bone, sacred heart and art of disciplined combat, dandelion wine at the edge of the garden. Their survival consisted of shackled pets of ceremony soon to feed the children, scoffing the mead used to bless the black fertile waters that flood the farms, and hoping the seed will pay the earth for their birth, flax and wheat. The earth gave them the four memories, vampires do not go hiding in the shade, or obey the fates and their minions, spinning wheat into gold telling tales in the texture, and take their heads with the swords of the trinity. Swift justice without stead of pomp, ally the demonic science, worshiping the living night and allay with the morning star, how the records travel through time and speak the future when truth. Affliction of honor are the vampire masters of blood puppets, and race to the spark of life for even evolution has its source, and with the plague, lies unto deceit, where the heartless have no home, hast they discovered the tree of life. Dost thy make it grow by the whims, and will become god. All life became sand adrift instantly, ruddy, a world of shadow, and the winged ones circled, and heed their aversive resolutions the last vampire immortals walked the great desert. The darkness peals echoed powers of the great cauldrons of Hel, the demon king read aloud from the aria of terror, and the fires of hell grew and scorched the torrid deserts into broken and shattered desiccated glass. The pages blazed as the sands became the city of glass, the fire destroyed the lifelessness, the heavens glowed, and the angels cried for their garden, the harps twisted in the blighting furnace, and the darkness consumed the fire.

The fires burned without light, and the sand became the city of the damned, there waited the prince of darkness, and quoth the demon waiting, “soon I will destroy the houses of the holy,” the demon of penance waited in the darkness for all of time. The Valkyrie watched the darkness for all of time, in their mercy they swooped to fell the demon, in their shift they tore at it and bit it with their clean and sharp teeth while hidden in the darkness. The blood is love, of first are fallen they, afore night by yester morrow the demon's blood consumed of them which made them the first archdemons, and made them waste not a single drop and soon ordered they raise the armies of beasts that live in the darkness. Manic vampires frothing where the gods cannot always see, by fate, the weakest dying in the light beyond the bloody fires of hell created new humans as they would if asked holy. For the demons to begin their tempering game, and for this the trickster Loki was summoned to the presence of Odin and was asked, “Where have the other worlds gone?” and spake he that the hell had eaten them all in ravenous craven gluttony, and so was Loki ordered to destroy Hell, but he could not lift it. So there it stayed, and when the worlds were anew and filled with demigod sorcery again the battles of decision and logic began in turn, the souls of each demon slayed traveled to the realm of the nightmare. Possessing dreams they wield war in full stage, and their demon bloods brewed and bread the three terrible speaking beasts, the snake son of wisdom, the vulture son of perdition, the black cat son of lies and broken paths. Readily the tide of war, with the grim reaper making the worlds a great graveyard, and the winged demons and angels served their master, and the gods never set foot on the worlds of mortals. They sit the highest courts of heaven with their halls of the slain deep within majesty, and the trickster, merciless of lucid law, readily drinking from the waters at the root ends of Yggdrasil, with the ghosts, writhing, anointed, on the darkest fire, watching the weakened hearts of mortals, waits patiently, for you to seek out the devil.


Dark Ages: Fire

Dreamer, sleeping on a wire, tied between two clouds, the tide of the breeze, playing games with worlds, on the fields of the gods' children, storied, blighted lands. With raptor, with snakes of the oasis, impenetrable seed, and deadly perfume, inexplicable, where humans are toys, and demons are insects, favorable to the underworld, as many, wicked, spurious, perhaps. As many, waves upon the mountains, the ocean sleeps on the peaks of volcanoes, omnipotent, to many, as many, to few afforded, so many, among many others, whirlpools and pterodactyls, plethora, plenitudes, immortals, charged to rule humanity by order of the gods, multitude, too many, desperation, fate, choice, perhaps.

Moreover, when your god does not answer, find the antichrist among you, remove the soul, so spirits of fire may march to the shore, to the end of the world where haven does not reign, jump from the edge of your world, the winds shall die. The infinite order, rebellion to otherworldly slavery, you will, buried in the darkness, where the air is thick with death, you will crave to breath the dusk that rules the light, dying name I am. Begging for salvation, angels spread their wings, painted red with blood, evilest, bereft, unrequited, a season for slaughter, escaping the shifter. Smoke in the room, ducats of the devil, thrown overboard, sinking, drifting, drowned in the locker, Shinto is your threshold as you escape with ease, strike and vanish, to contend when and where you please. Portals to new gateways opened by the mind, dealings, trappings, death by the vine, buried in leaves, swinging from trees, pollination, plant, animal, burlap, for those thirsting for the stars, above, beyond.

Therein lies continue, Déjà Vu the demons have your soul, why would, they let it go, flower petals and burning embers, falling, from the sky, degradation of reality, death by imagination. Babies of demons splashing in acid, drowning, breathing, whirlpools and wormholes, ashes, diamonds, fabric, knives and wolves and poison, in two, by two, the weapon, dark, the wind above the war, fallen, forbidden, fiery eyes, stone walls of fury, madness, dementia, the soil, prison of the dead, never, nothing, even the crucified, mettlesome, meddlesome, servant of words.

The holy moon, echoing demonic mantra, ambivalent, the light torn from my soul I am driven to it, the lunacy divine, the soil of formation, where wizards duel, and witches watch disaster. The broken heart of the sun, anchor of souls, the tide, creatures of the night, sacrifices of blood, to raise the kings and queens, murdered of inequity, returned to the earth, bonds of the earth consumed by preying beast, ever longing for the wicked.

Bathing in the shadow, echoes, riot, asleep in the acid rain, aversion, veiled destruction, when else is lost, fair bled, leap between worlds, rivers traversed by dire horse and whittled cross, Viking funeral. Venomous veins, buried at sea with a maiden, in the old way, the last of this way, onward at distant shore, dawn.

Of a new age, the birth of eternity, blasphemous roots, verily, unto thee, war not loss. Without divine prophet amongst, white forests, of sacred birch, songbirds, with a message from flax, just and merciful, a survivor by storm, yes, savior slave, respectful polestar, morrow to mourn, servile, for we are many, hastening to this chosen existence by the fate ancestry, surrendering for infiltration, disguise by disbandment, solacing massacre, the fragile link to evolution.

Periled they set themselves afire, in protest, kindling, while the voices cried, thatch houses would not hear them for the many years of the second age. The earliest monuments their first writs and a fabled story book in the voice of the slaves, to fall upon wary ears, and the cursed war began in the name of religion just as each the latter and sequential. In the by and by, and the one who walks on water rests with the tribe of attributes and the brigands, death by daylight, sad way, all are thankful. They, weak, without tribulation, thou a word for slave once, go you ever, sentenced to sunlight, they, by suspect, saw this contract in suspicion, ages unto the day, knew not they sold their soul, signed the deed by greed of blood, and walked on the grass remembering hell, drink the spoils of war. Where the creatures of the dark beckon with apprehension at command, to read these words a final time this life relived will end, powers of imagination, where the leaders have the madness, malaise and false claim, but when they scratched their skin the vessel breaks offering submission to the demons. Unwitting, unwarranted, treachery, trappings, shelter, storied evil of all lore, shall the wretched hasten reckless abandon, crawling among humanity to homage the prince of darkness, becoming, possessor, heretofore, this calling, to judgment, simply, emotional decay, fill of volition, the demons do torture, to do the devil's bidding.

A system, of eyes in paintings, spies of art, instantly as drawn, protected, and restored. Immortal, staring, frozen eyes, drawings within drawings, readily, where the statues are alive, for rivers of pious blood, leaders among feigning zealots, and they drank until they grew wings to become the first demons and the humans as always had little faith for then they became the first vampires. The tales of evil, artifice, as the angels killed them one and then the next and then another, sparing the fealty and the soldiers of fortune. Erroneous worshipers were slaughtered and eaten by the angels who savor fear, ‘we are one’ the warriors with wings inveigh, the war of the winds, a storm of ages, wicked, elated, bound the world, conforming, settling, every ready to lead the souls to heaven.

Then there became a flood, pouring around the roots of the wicked garden, to become the mist in the sun, or sink into rivers and aquifers, or become the solid ice, to freeze over hell. Damnation, notion, clays for the first bone-fire, walls and irrigation for the first crop, the first reservoir, at which first the Valkyrie laughed, and taunted, prizing the nations and the splendor of witchcraft. Languor and dismay in flight exhausted those without shore, they became the murky mire, the waters drain, freeze, and dissipate, and the surviving angels collected their dead and returned to heaven repairing their brethren with the souls of the bewitched. So many belonging to the pale mask and the gold glowing eyes of darkness touched they the newborns chosen to be the first immortals, listening to their plight. At ease to never watch, and from the spilled blood came the forest, and unto the trees, fire, to the mountain tops, to warm the hall of the mountain king, jester and trickster, kin to heaven and hell. Fast inside emotion, silent in the light, devious of blue blood, Loki, a secret of both the Vanir and Aesir, the bastard of the Jotun and, eventual traitor to Odin the Allfather, given to Freya and Tyr and the Norns, seer in all darkness with spiritual divining visions, taught were the parables of clouds by Heimdall. Loki ate much from Yggdrasil the tree of life, thence he sired a daughter with one of the Valkyrie, discovered he the waters and the fires pouring into a great cavern beneath the worlds of the new Aesir conqueror Odin. Loki named the chasm Hell in honor of his newborn daughter Hel, rebel does him in services to the king, for in each duty the destruction tantamount, and his eight generals of hell cause much egregiousness. Even in the war of the blind does he make game of slaughter and for this, the wicked angels followed him into Hell. In truth, soon spawned the demonic, to grant the omens, voiceless, bringing the circle of fire to the damned, to burn. As the nine races grow, curt, becoming, and on them in the days of beginning the witches discovered magic, the alchemy index, and the first spell, an orchestra of the muses, the pagan gods, aside the monarch god, watching the wrath of the wicked.

In the hourglass, a grain of sand, in a glass of hellfire, a dead seed, from it the first birch, growth and broken skin, from it the first spear, that the Ice Witch made in an offering of order, that she may use it when visiting her beloved winter sea. Mist was a serf whom brought the gods mead, when Odin would not let her leave Mist tried to poison him with rotten grapes, the god king noticed this and threw her to Midgard. The Ice Witch and the Fire Witch saw the fall to her death and raised her from the earth.

They became the darkness trinity and the first coven of the witch, hated in the empire, and loathed by the druids. In the witches’ blood, they drew the first rose, a thorny doom, and it grew underbrush toward the forest of the wolves. Winter sang to the wolves and held them in her grasp with gentile grace, Loki would later take the king of the wolves and twist its soul and sate it with his own blood to make the wretched Fenrir. Winter gave her wolves thorns in their mouths, and taught them to fear the fire and the fog, never would catechism supplant. When abandoned they howl at the moon as ever white as the Winter witch, and fight they do over the food she did not tender them, faithful to the failure of their prey, nothing, if not devout, carnage to thou bones until a new hunt, judgment to the order of the forest shadow. Behind all light with power of the cosmos, the shade that intrigued the Lucifer before transgression, excommunicated, banished, and saw the shadow speaking with the great Satan. Hel did not burn the air as the light bringer landed where ice would not go, and as he breathed, he stole the powers of Mist so she tore his wings from his shoulders, and baptized was he in the holy fire. As of then joining the ranks of hell, through the ages of the hourglass, and saving the dead to march them at Ragnarök.

Sought is the second death to the unanswered questions of creatures immortal. Torment, the day and then the shade, and the vampires watched from the shadows and sunsets. The wise old serpent's tongue, readily, and as the thunder plays the lightning wakes to protect it. The fires make merry hell as thunderbolts strike, the sight of the fire freely made the old willow was the first to weep as its branches fell lachrymose. The life of a tree longing for darkness belongs to the weeping willow, and each the next, and the witches began their toil, watching the tears of the crying gods the Ice witch froze the sky. The Fire witch burned until the ashes were a black river, and in this drought and torridness, the Mist witch raised the first Phoenix. Reared to fight the Jotun Dragons, the phoenix blood that boils took keen affection to the hellfire, where the Fire witch colored it with the blood of a demon and the disingenuous.

Then the Ice witch brought the phoenix her faery snow so that it would not exhaust, and the Mist filled the creature’s lungs with the winds of her precious mint leaf that it would not breathe fire. Longer than the list of memory had the fairies lived in the worlds of the dwarfs, and when the dwarf mines would unearth treasures the fairies would often steal the rubies for their resting ground and use the diamonds to line their pools, and on their wings edges of sharpened steel so sharp to swift and slice a dragon. Even these sprites feared the phoenix for it could eat the darkness to fuel fires that melt precious metals. It was there a war began led by the blind king Hodur, and the Phoenix and its mistresses tired of the chaotic commons. No worries burdened to the beasts of worlds, slaves to misfortune their war with the giants would tarry forth, into the world of the light and the dark elves, to stage a war their own against the dragon riders.

Thus began a dark war by the dark lords of hell while the gods slept, pure ruthlessness seen scattered in the wars of men, and bowed they at the king dragon. The weapons fell and the monsters scattered into the other worlds if they could, and when Odin woke he bade that Hel and all the monsters were to live in hell. Odin tore the sky and the stars fell until those born of fire were in retreat, but the sound lured the Phoenix and struck it was by a falling star, and the god king saw his wickedness. The star nested over it until the light faded, and it crawled from the ashes, and returned to eat the blue leaves of the sacred white birch, and the dark lords of hell spent the day cutting the tongues of the demons so that they could not speak of their loss. By the trickster’s stern order, the vampires therefrom sleep during the daylight and let loose upon the worlds of night. In the nights to come they feasted on blood, the dark elves were slow, the light elves were swift and soon slept with the humans, and an entire world was merged and lost. The blood drinkers worshiped their blood slaves, and the heartbeats echoed as the hunters of the other worlds made bloodsport, and gave Viking funerals, warlords and witches valiant and vanguard, but the Jotun slaughtered them for their slaughter. Scattered into the night winds, readily, making path for the wizards of the third age. Children of demons and the children of mixed blood of the nine worlds, elders and the boys and girls not infants, youth in haste from their mothers, would war upon the other through all the ages latter. Each in their own way wielding the powers of their worlds, unguided, fresh gods in the age of mortals, with wars of humans the demons who could not deprecate their evil began their hell sport. The maze to the challenge of the chasm, hiding from the Minotaur, a victory will give you possession of a human's body, in defeat no rest for the wicked, and the prisoners of hell cried for their ancestor. The demons helped them call, and the sinners were all lost.

The wizards of the many rival schools pondered on what to do with Midgard. As the first warlock departed hell, and the demon killed the first man it met, and took his face, then spake secretly, accomplice, “…to kill the master…”, and set itself on the path to the magician of the north wind. Fearful of aspersion, it took a new face each morning opportunity, and wolves eat each copied victim and every posse sent as the Ice Witch eyes the north storm. The fairies followed the demoniac warlock in the day as a butterfly, and in the night as a star. On the sixth day, a lunatic saw the shape shifter for its true form, and the demon tied him to a tree, and ate him alive with the sharpest knives in the world. Soon would it kill the king of the forgotten poets, when the king of the north wind was dead the demon set to commit suicide and transmigrate its soul to hell, the Ice Witch froze the demon solid.

The fires of hell obey the great Loki, the coven is in order. From this magic was the first ice age, the humans hid in caves, the giants hunted hastily the largest beasts, the elves slept, and the dead never burned and never found, as the dwarfs dug into the ground, and the ice began to surround hell. The house of Vanir told Odin, the Allfather could not let the fires perish so he broke the ice world in two. With great thunders of spring, and the fires danced, the magicians could see through the storm again and renewed their conflict. In the winter too cold for the sun the darkness slept within the warlocks, by their actions does occur the first summoning, war unto god and devil. They whispered to the tail of dark midnight winds, the second demon summoned to Midgard, and it drank the blood of the evil warlock from his skull. The murderer haunted the land without call or calm, it taunted kings and kinder, and wars ended as the fearful trembled. Melancholy sickened Mist without patrons in her garden and she sharpened the blades of the elves, all at once in a single moment, and at the dawn, they attacked the demon, when the elves are enchanted by the morning, and drank its blood from its skull.

Odin asked his crows Huginn and Munin what the sinners were and after reconnaissance, they told him ‘the’ ‘dead’, for the demons had come from the ground, as did a another to command them with a face of soot, whose wrinkles cracked coal skin to reveal a fire. Went this hellion demon to the temple of polygamy and copulated with the high queen on the back of the dead king, and when he saw it was also a temple of slavery, he murdered her and turned her empire to a desert. The Vanir said nothing and the Aesir cared not, and those who led them from the desert would be old before their passing, the surviving arbiters became infidels. The dew of dawn and the deluge of dusk cared not for the sands, and then the demon sat in the middle of its desert with legs crossed and began rocking back and forth for six hundred sixty six days. Eventually it began to moan and groan and a golden dragon crawled out of the sand, six legs four wings two forearms, and it rode upon the beast and tormented, and threw molten sulfur, in reveille. When the wizards and warlocks tried to stop it with their conjured fire, it cut off their hands and fed their palms to the dragon so that it might breathe fire, and the worlds began to suffer, and the worlds began to worry. For all told it had come from the desert so they smote the human temples there, and it yet remained, and all told the dragon came from beneath the desert sands, so worlds began to blame the dark elves, for they are the ones who live in the mines. A war approached and the dwarfs came to answer, and consoled their accusers, went they to the dragon and the demon by an army in tithe. Commoners alike staring at a demon, food for the dragon, but they began swift and tensile with their hammers and picks, where the blood runs gold, threw they their hammers at the wings to keep it grounded, and pummeled the beast into malformation, and burnished the precious metal with the blood of the demon, and drinking from the demon’s skull.

Hence and then the sorcerers of each world set to fence their cemeteries, the livestock watch at night and the farmers work of the day to watch for dead crawling from the earth. In the night, two demons made of black smoke seeped from the ground and swam in the air and avoiding the light drifted into the dark forest. The smokes possessed the bodies of two hunters, asleep at sleeping near the river their souls were eaten, the demons wore the new bodies with pride and esteem, and they took ink and put the mark of the beast on their palms. Shared was the minds of these demons, “Poorly have the hunters trained,” “their thoughts,” “we must take us to the fortress of the night-lights,” and they were of one mind of malice, readily their thoughts connected. Said one “I will keep hostages,” said the other “I will not give mercy,” said they not more and entered the city, and they began to kill the innocent. When their bodies held many arrows the smoke would leap from their mouths into another host, consuming their souls as daylight dies, and would leap simultaneously when chanced and they took host of warriors and hid them then exited to continue their terror. Their ideal had murdered the city and they continued their carnage unrelenting through the lands, when they finished they burned everything to scorn the clouds so that Mist could not follow. The Ice witch would not have her subservient humans bowing to the smoke and not to her for spring's renewal for she seeks their frail adoration and not felon agony. She turned on them but through the smoke of the fires could not see that they were two, and she did her dance of freezing time but the demons were strong with their powers of fire and they moved slow but freely. So she made time colder so distant from her fortress that her veins began to freeze and pain her ever so, and she threw her silver knife and felled one who crashed like an ice reliquary filled with volcanic soot and ash. Demons twin began to glow with anger and when it charged her she took it by the throat and froze it solid, and she fell with a faint and white ague. The priest and olden wizard came and said their prayers over the ashes and the humans came with axe for the frozen twin, and they asked what would make the Ice witch well again and she said, “Bring me pails of water and pour them on the ground.” and they did. She crawled to the water, which froze solid at her touch, and they gasped in terror and stood with caution staring, as she crawled onto the frost white pool she rested in pain on the ice and began to sink into it as if it were quicksand.

Now we must turn the page, and relive, in balance immortals stray, and a font of magic bestows the better graces of wizardry, the trial of all tribulations, to conceit what temptation has misbegotten, by curses of envied gift, becomes the dawn of damnation.

The Fire witch was reading from the living book, the words write across the pages, and answers to riddles, and Hel sent four pagan knights of the hellion order, and the four rose from the ground at the sands and set themselves on their ways. Boreal, austral, occidental, and oriental, walking on the spines of mountains to the ocean caves at the end of the realm, and the worlds trembled. The perfect riddle makes a rhyme, in the south the dragon breathed fire and boiled the blood of the innocent, it was the first cloud, and the blood burned and rained darkness onto the people of the land. Then the dragon ate the demon as blood covered victims were delightful, and the dragon went to the bottom of the world and slept with full stomach and slept until time forgot it as it slowly turned to ice, and in the west the dragon carried Atlantis into the sea. There with rider it killed all the beasts but the cat-bull and the tiger-wolf, and on distant shore, they told lies in the whispers of the wind, the people ate each other in madness and starvation, and they spoke of war while the warriors forgot the gods. The demon would deceitfully save the people from false threat of the dragon so they would worship him, and for every day, he made them sacrifice others at the altar of lies, until the dragon tired of the ruse and tried to eat the demon. Wit of what had happened in the south he left for the center earth but the dragon found him and ate him, and in the east, the demon tamed the dragon, and made the people worship the dragon in fear. They brought it metals, precious stones, and the dragon at it all, and they slaved in the soil for many years, until the day when they attacked the demon in the blighted temple. The minion of hell is unchallenged as he burns them and everything else, but the fires of their forest burned so bright that he reveals himself to the clouds. The Valkyries disdain the fires burning their drifting clouds and take from the demon his clothes, he cursed them as they left, and the demon with scales and black fire made armor from gold, and for this the dragon ate him. In the north, the land was harsh as the first winter fell and the many different cloud spirits migrated north for their chance to fall from heaven, and the demon met the dragon whose fire came from its blood, and in the years of terror, the people grew in tribes and then cities. As they consumed the forest for the trees and the game as they please, the dragon resolves to eat them, and the demon laughs. Perilous the humans made havoc in rebellion, the people lost to the beast and their war had eaten every animal big enough for the dragon to catch. Without food the dragon ate the demon, the dragon's fire began to die, and the clouds continued to drift north, so the dragon began to eat the clouds, and the fire became the icy winds of the winter gale, and the watching Valkyries laughed.

The Sleepwalker Murders

Dark Ages: Fire
The Sleepwalker Murders

A newly created madness caused by the poison in the blood. Take this journey, of twisted mind, able body and tortured soul, sleeping awake, restlessly envisaging, in opposite dream worlds illusion both, the path of sleepwalker illusion, full of murder and sacrifice.

Sleep of dreams, born on the seventh day, an advent apparent, born of all ages as a seed, forthcoming of any soil, overpowering, crowned with thorns, born of the darkness, stealing the light, to feed the creatures of the soil, when raining blood so does the blossom. Vein of vanity, giver of shade, a child of light, swift upon the land, descant, melancholy, after this confidence permits, without politically imposed compulsory objective, consuming. Vast is the mental wasteland, an inner modal voice, the army of creation, radical and liberal, is forming, torn between dreams, the fires of midnight, exhaustion, nightmarish draws and quarters, superficial pattern, cold collision suicide. Yggdrasil, lumber of the guillotine, consortium museum of electric chairs, where the desert sands cannot flood if storms become gods, nihilism, baptismal fires, recanting curses. Addictive life, a flood of those who worship the book of the dead, undiscovered language, sinners in fornication on burning beds of holy scripture, vagabond stammering dipsomania, lunacy without the earth underfoot, synesthesia, falling in forgotten memory, destroyer, beguiler, fiends of despots, circling madness, evaporating message, prey, predator, bloodletting, judge.

Between the buried and great torturous sorrow, a poisonous grove of the darkness, deliverance, guardian, warship, of demise, without charlatanism, creation without light, I. Sentenced to soothing fire, a frozen sky collapses, platitude, executioner, worthless, afterlife, mesmerizing poetry and fatal spells, callous, murdered by the light, the enemies wander. Killed at their curiosity, walls of silence, spies of consciousness, the worlds in the sky, taker of the rains, blank pages, Agni, from fires in the sky and within the ground, murder, magic, journey in walkabout, the souls of the reaper, resound, in the eyes of afterlife.

Heroic foes stand suicidal heir apparent, stranger, standing in the river of time, at the edge of the garden, thunder of storms, heretic, covered in ashes of the dead, distracted, lost, near the tower of babel, with the eyes of your ancestors, in a city of the dead. Terrified, the last of your kind, harlequin and severed marionette, with patents of nobility, echoing sadness, import without explanation, without the bodies of statues, insofar, crippling thoughts, to nothing and spite, cold is the sun. History consummation, winds without wings, heavy clouds unto your vision, choice without decision, patiently, accepted in your dreams, angelic refugee, isolation sickness with failing vision in shades of silver, passive fool, your thoughts are the disease, seek and immerse. Burden of shadows, systematic, where the kingdom is a fortress too big for the eyes of simpletons, old clothes cover the empty market streets, the clean dens of wolves and rubbish of lost politics. No petty thieves can show you the way, naught for nothing, emptiness, deserted, fallow, free in a city once fill of fool now long dead, closest to your own worst enemy.

Buried beneath the river, sleeping in the rain, the wisdom of magic, scourer of the dying seas, tide of the merciless humans, gangs of slaves, without esteem, without ambition, scavenger, betrayer, it is in hell that you will remain, ruler of dreams, coward of thought, infertile, fugitive to plague. Without solitude, so much more, mountains of observation and in the caves they slaughter the devolved until joy is lost, a torrid blighted land. Alone with the histories of wars recorded, as the salt covers a new layer of drought, prayers unto silence, with fear and remorse, without magic to guide your soul, the creator, has given an empty world, and will show you the way.

How heavy is the heart, could it be torn from your own chest, all this leads to nothing, spinning in space, shown at the altar.

Chasm, the air on fire, the joyous libel of Satan's messengers, distant and cold society, banished by tyrant kings, the lord, redemptive, on high, master of the merciless, infinity in parity, continuum, and callous convenience to complacency. Sensational death vision in moments soon, falling from the stars, rain of brass petals, a lost kingdom, bodies of ash in a storm of flame, blind predator, heaven fain.

Murder a wife and the husband's brother, leave a note written in poison to kill the loved ones who find it, and burn the mortuary, yes, ordered by the cold stars. Throw your axe, send miscreants to sleep in churches, lost and painful, political asylum, murder idiopathic murderers, patiently, with their hoarded wealth, lavish, in audience, stand upon ceremony. Sinner usurper, groveling at every hovel, with a message for their murderer, mock the appalled worshipers, witness the irony of hypocrites, lust the lost in wisdom, watch the witches murder the slaves of sycophants. Honor the judge, respect the law, faithful and beloved, dream of empires, recant your prayers, and watch the time, wild and reckless, where eyes like knives, with talon take a stand to prey.

Besought, betrayed, be told of having died only in the mind, completely, spawn again, and whisper the presumed secrets of the ocean. Hail to the guardians of the watchtowers of the North and the South. Obliged be, with an army of machines, in the buff, hooligans on mountains, practicing falling from gliders, the lunatic society, caravan vanguard, the opposite of go lightly, mechanical, words in the name of the devil, the heartless, a shallow mercenary has killed the ruthless lunatic, android, let the grass wave your grave pardon and adieu.

Suicide & Redemption

Dark Ages: Fire
Suicide & Redemption

Hubris demon, fire at the altar, given   for the olden ages, literary is the echoes of the smoke by the reflection of hungry eyes. Fiction not far from prophecy, leaders, isolation, fertile, melancholy, in the vast fiery fields of hell, faith, damnation, letters in a bottle, uncouth, logical, yet prophecy of Cain and a vexed spell. The trifled words you must learn before you are released, lies of the prophet, distraction, turning them to blood fiends, had they not been blinded and set a hunt on the moon, and, descending, leading your eyes into mystery, conversion, absolution, memory, edict, unto, prison of a dream, unworthy, you might have lived.

A great storm, smiting, impenetrable, as the firmaments collapse, the great fall, unfounded, dote, soldier, pendant of the eight point star, false, severity, denial, compulsion, contempt, treason, sadness, distraction, remain you logical in the times of fervor, consumed by intrigue and information. Temporary, complete, metaphorical and euphemistic, tempted by the surface of the fire, senses put to worth you stand a shadow in the flame, blinded and dreaming, beset, trial by the outer gates of hell.

Heavy fires blind and sooth to sleep, lulls that flame on new reserves, breaking the vessel scorning the flesh to feed his majesty and warming the bones at marrow, the earth above seals unscathed, fading shadows of your former self, impetus, the ground of hell does hold. Mirror underfoot, prayers make thee unto goddess mother Freya for her war king Odin to save and rescue, the generous whispers of burning slaves unseen, thoughts impure, malignancy, wolves of the ashes, death, consumes the sky, the smoke of burning souls overhead, talons on the glass below, cutting with the claws of old scratch. Dreadful, heavy is the armor of the skin, clear purveying foes, closer to the ground forced to kneel on a floor of ice, banding winged demons across the void, shrieking and howling, sound is silent, fractures in the glass, smoke filling breath, weight endless, they end their talons and leave their dead. Mocking they fall away and the cracks begins to quake, the shards heavy and falling from the ruined layer, heavy fodder that tears their wings, bodies from the smoke begin to moan and groan, soon at reach. Scouts of missing fuel, many for their task, malaise, envoy, threatening death by sulfur grasp, ever aptly, for even the sorrowed weak, crawling, arid drying eyes, and ever horrible. Prayers incomplete, their voices missing, they are messengers of a smote cavern and broken glass through the shards of time.

Broken on the mound you rest among the alluvium and debris, sea of the damned, a world of your memory without life antebellum, blinded by the sulfurous air unending, infernal proprieties, a sky of dark rolling clouds, an air of sifted dust covers everything. The pain of relief, compatible reality, humid heavy air, the low tones of the distant wind, at soon the demons watch but do not feast, creatures resting on the horizon, howl the wolves of nuclear winter, the hunters of fang, desperately seeking to the sky for moon or monster contrite. Countless pages turning in the wind, ravenous, hell hounds, wild and hungered closing the distance, trampling paws by chosen path, dangerous, leaderless, beside yourself with fear, fight or flight for shelter. Each step in matted ash soaks then fills with blood, sport to demon speculation, the winter wolves’ blood still in their teeth, deceived by ghosts into false security, lured and hunted, running, and fire in the padded tramping steps by blood and ash incessant. Wait they for a leader, the old dog, bow to prey the alpha enters, it smells your fears, they part and smolder as they dive into the ash, requite, and patiently dragged with futile resistance. This beast of living stone, waste, in wander, into a den of misery as the devil watches, silent is the sign of the beast, dead to rights, desperation, desolation, in sorrow divine, godless, terror, where fear becomes a spirit of darkness, in darkness the sense of falling from the third realm.

Splash in the waters, in darkness the sea of loathing is filled with blood, the depths groan and the shores beckon, freedom by the word of Satan, spite, vantage, wit of the hellion tide, sequestered by eternity, sequential of believers, woe to a dark moon, dying, blind and drowning the fourth death.

Undertaken at foreign shore, clear water of the volcano mountain, an island in the blue, splendorous, paradise, many beautiful mermaids point their spears and forbid your reentry to the water, and the seabird picks at a rotting crustacean and looks to you with rotten eyes, disbelief, verily, spoiled witchcraft haunts the island, passing, and, symbols of the first order coven, sleep within your bliss, inside refuge, sleeping awake, isolation sickness, woken by the white witches, slow they move like porcelain leather, tempered rooks of hellfire, impervious to the flame, suspicion, marble, course, temptresses with eyes of white, faceless emotion, as the children begin to peek from close view and peer from distant refuge, silent as just, bid not solace, indifference, pearly fangs, desire sake of survival, and woe they are upon your holy house, sinful regression, delicate balance, silent laughter upon wicked delight, on fallow ground, lachrymal, unholy, satanic, deceptive misery, murder, disfigurement, curses on anguish of the fifth death. 

A world of void the color of light, silence of the sound, without a heartbeat but alive, the ivory witches watch from afar at game afoot practically invisible, endless, illusion of the light, alone, journeyer, the body of you lay on the ground at your feet. Dismal searching the abyss for onlooker, taunting reality, sickening anxiety, perverse insanity, verity, a prison for angels of war, thunderous are the wings of the black gargoyle, eyes of blood with veins of brimstone, banal harbinger, worker of predation, verity, and, the porcelain families tremble. Unflinching, ghosts of reality, sentinels of this cell, devout, the devil's children, carnal, disciples, unholy, pious, fearing the stone gremlin, deviation, dastard, infamous predator, reign above ground, land and defenestrate. Frightening, the monster grasps your body, punishment, the hunger of death grows within you, in the white, you are invisible in a world of respite, and disastrous pangs of craving, the creature will not let you consume your rotting corpse through the endless hour, until your demise by starvation in the sixth realm.

Black fire upon us, pulled from the baptismal fire, cold, morass, mire your body most unclean is affixed to an inverted cross, as of late this betrayal is fixed, the Satanist scripture. Curt your trusted ally hold you guilty, by blade will flay your woes, prisoner, property, mountains of emotion, dead memories, each pain divided and sent to the days other than this to so be tortured again by excruciation connected, witness to god's mercy. Some epochs with audience, sinners in life, usurpers unite pagan gods in passing, without firmament conflict, riddles of torture, ends whence you first speak as they take you from this place into the darkness.

Total darkness eclipse of the soul crawling through and over the missing and useless pieces to the dark fortress of hell, here the temptation of insanity lurks, only the darkest creatures live here, they are the bodies of eternal sleep that build the temple of lies, never to freedom the bodies whisper cries for help. This here becomes the tower of darkness, enslaved, disheartened souls, sound of a great phoenix as a star in the distant dark night, eyes crying black oil at the very thought, and stones in place of eyes. For not indeed untold, fears for the devil, persecutor, slaver, death, mortality, the first blade, once of heaven, his majesty, baron, true, miraculous, disciple, the flaming phoenix approaches, talons drawn and open to strike. Taken into clasp, pain is a virtue, melancholy serenity from this realm into the next; you stand over your open grave in the gloom of morrow standing before Lucifer.

A personal audience with the devil, the dead are gone, lo, give not qualm, peace is upon you, the fiery angel boils the rain, light from clouding steam by glow of the flame. Warmth again, glory, life, immortal, beset by heaven's glory is no more, hypocrisy anew, common enemies are mine, breathe. A new life, without magic, to walk again, your enemies, my enemies, the former of the latter, obstacles to the faith, forever in spirit, discovery, and judgment, have stolen from this garden, defeating the lost, have this life now and the summers will be cool and the winters warm, without attrition, share the loss of regret and save others. You are born a spirit, with time as your servant, consider, foundation, secrets of immortality, deification, the soul does submit, and with great strength the devil grasps at the soul, with the cold soothing flame, and sends the soul to the burning sky, rejoice, and be born of the fire.